As I said to Gary Loft: copy that, Peter, copy that all the way. On the ghastly war in lndochina, in 1967 I was ten and playing with model airplanes, living in Australia. As we would sail on week-ends, I was an inattentive jib-man because I was too busy with my model airplanes (W.W.2 Navy fighters) single-handedly liberating Hanoi. There…
As I said to Gary Loft: copy that, Peter, copy that all the way. On the ghastly war in lndochina, in 1967 I was ten and playing with model airplanes, living in Australia. As we would sail on week-ends, I was an inattentive jib-man because I was too busy with my model airplanes (W.W.2 Navy fighters) single-handedly liberating Hanoi. There had been push-back, including by some relatives, against that wretched war when we left the U.S. in 1966; I was simply unaware of it.
When we returned to the U.S. in December 1968, everybody was against the war and hated my proxy grand-pa, Lyndon Johnson. I have never really been able to wrap my head around the ghastly war in Viêt Nam. It was, and remains, a stain on the American soul. We need to remain mindful of that stain. My sympathies these days go out to the young men placed in an impossible situation, the great majority of whom did their country proud.
Chicken-hawks like me who, unlike you, never served, need to be particularly mindful. Thank G-D that you came through unscathed. My mother was a teacher of grade school English and History. A noble calling; good for you. An honor to correspond with you, Sir. 🙏
As I said to Gary Loft: copy that, Peter, copy that all the way. On the ghastly war in lndochina, in 1967 I was ten and playing with model airplanes, living in Australia. As we would sail on week-ends, I was an inattentive jib-man because I was too busy with my model airplanes (W.W.2 Navy fighters) single-handedly liberating Hanoi. There had been push-back, including by some relatives, against that wretched war when we left the U.S. in 1966; I was simply unaware of it.
When we returned to the U.S. in December 1968, everybody was against the war and hated my proxy grand-pa, Lyndon Johnson. I have never really been able to wrap my head around the ghastly war in Viêt Nam. It was, and remains, a stain on the American soul. We need to remain mindful of that stain. My sympathies these days go out to the young men placed in an impossible situation, the great majority of whom did their country proud.
Chicken-hawks like me who, unlike you, never served, need to be particularly mindful. Thank G-D that you came through unscathed. My mother was a teacher of grade school English and History. A noble calling; good for you. An honor to correspond with you, Sir. 🙏