My father was in Vietnam about your times ... 68-69, 72-73. Do you long for justice, do you work for food?
My dad is not a religious man, really, but (before Alheimer’s) he did good for people. Once when he was visiting here, I mentioned a girl in my Girl Scout troop who needed financial aid. “How much for the uniform and handbook?” Dad asked. “About $35.” “Hey, I’ll write a check, save you some paperwork.”
Until his mind went, he always did good things for people, and even now, he still remembers his manners. “Wasn’t that nice of them?” “Can I carry that for you?” I hope I’ll be the same if I lose my faculties, at least remembering to be kind and courteous.