Weeping for our brothers and sisters who are no longer here because of that damnable war-Vietnam, where our paranoia surfaced and our fear of communism reached epic proportions. Remembering two Marines coming to the farm and telling my boss that his son in law got killed. He had just gotten married the month before. Remembering a friend who insisted on buying my 25 caliber hand gun so he would be safer in Saigon. The marine I went to college with , who blew his brains out. History now. Godawful history. mother of the bride beach dresses
ARE we learning anything?