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Skeletons In Political Closets 518 |
08.23.2004 |
12:26 pm |
I'll admit it: back in the day, I was one of those anti-war, peace-nik types. Early on, this led to more than a few political debates with Jack, whose take on the whole thing was that, right or wrong, if your country called upon you to serve, you served, case closed. That's what he had done in WWII, and that's what he believed. But after a few years, he was willing to admit that the whole Viet Nam war thing was, in fact, wrong. He didn't condone draft-dodging, as such, but he came to be against the war as well. Even so, I was never ever EVER against the soldiers who were fighting there. Just as I knew that my father had done his duty, as he saw it, I knew these soldiers were doing that, too. How could I not support them as individuals, as human beings? I contributed to packages for soldiers, I wore a POW bracelet. If that's support, I supported; I don't know what else I could have done. I was not a man, I had no brothers, I had no sweetheart in danger of being sent there. I was not directly involved in that way. I was involved in that I was an American with an opinion and I lived at that time. I always believed that the soldiers there deserved to be respected, and that anyone with an opinion had a right to it. |
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