It’s the war that was first on television…brutality with dinner… that we sadly grew accustomed to.
It’s the war I was raised with; the Vietnam war. Where the average age of a drafted soldier was 19 and they had no idea where they were going or why… but they went.
We prayed for them weekly at chapel,” Lord help the boys in Vietnam” the Priest would say… for years upon years upon tears. We wore bracelets with the names of men who were captured and became prisoners of war. A reminder to pray for them.
Over 58,000 soldiers gave their lives in a war that thousands protested.
So many more came back mentally and emotionally damaged, but countless of people did not care to understand why.
The soldiers fought more wars after returning home as a nation did not know how to respond with compassion. Wounds upon wounds….
I honor you all today as best as I can. I remember the tragedy still and I offer my thankfulness to you and your families. I won’t forget… how could I? You showed me sacrifice unlimited and helped us all to learn what grace and mercy looks like. I am forever grateful but also forever saddened for what you had to endure.