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Yup, it's boiling up here too. I just turned my AC on for the 1st time this season. I hate to do it in May, but damn, it's hot!Thanks for the comment. I like your site too. Bookmarked it for future viewing.I work in Philly at the FRB so I can appreciate the pics of the grave markers. Sorry I missed seeing them go up. Hopefully they will still be there tomorrow when I return to work.PS -- thanks for the reminder video. I was only a toddler during Vietnam but know of some people who served over there. Truly sad how messed up those "kids" got over there.
I was born when Vietnam started - 1964. But I remember being constantly aware of it and my grandparents all fretting that it would be over by the time I came of age. That's how bad they thought it was. I do remember the fallbac from Saigon in 1975 though. Sad day for America and we're going to relive it again soon when the fallback from Fallujah or Baghdad happens. It's not if but when.
I was born in 1938 so I remember far too many wars.Jay, thanks. I just linked to you over on is america burning If that link doesn't work, you know how to find it.Ann
This was interesting. I took a class in college all about the vietnam war, it was interesting
Very powerful song and video. I used to have this record - which I know dates me.
strange, this song was HUGE when i was youngster....not sure why it impacted me so much today when i came across it again.
Probably because it is relevant today. I know the average age of those in Iraq is not 19, but a lot fo the rest of the song is still relevant and very sad (eg. post traumatic disorder, etc)
Thank you, Jay, for your comment on mine and Granny's blog. You are always a welcome visitor and we value your comments. My kid brother and my son-in-law both served in Vietnam. My little brother served two tours. My son-in-law suffered from PTSD but received no treatment but after about 20 years and tremendous loving support he finally leveled out to a great extent. I suppose my brother suffered mental trauma also; he got his degree and went on to be a successful businessman, good husband and father, but he was never the same man as when he left for the war. He always had his guard up and hid his vulnerable self behind wisecracks. He never allowed anyone to get close to him. The Vietnam war vets were not treated very well at all.
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