While I appreciate my 15 minutes in the sun (as does Rev. Wright), I am or was hardly a hardened combat vet. I managed to spend my 12 months in Vietnam comfortably ensconced in an air-conditioned, sandbag protected communications bunker. If you go to http://mysite.verizon.net/wlfitz/index.htm you can see a couple of photos of this highly protected vet. That said, I am proud of have done my part in a war that I still consider half necessary and half unnecessary. I think my (our) memories of Vietnam as kids give us an attachment to the country that most of the GIs did not have and understandably so.
Strangly enough, I also attended school in Baghdad, Iraq (1954-57) while Dad was stationed with the MAAG organization there, so I think I have a distant affection for the Iraqi people, too. But I’m sure glad I’m not there now.
Regards to all – Ken