The older I get, the more compassion I have for those that died young in war. Several months back I was at a Vietnam war dead website, looking at photos of the young men that died there. Many, many 18 year olds. Occasional 17 year olds. Lots were 19. Then I look at a picture of myself over there, age 19, my appearance was no different. In a way it’s bone chilling, knowing they all died so very young, and here I am an old fart.
It does not matter what war, it’s all the same. Young men die for their country.
But the politics today, those of past wars will be considered evil by our new masters. The day will come when veteran’s cemeterys will be vandalized.
I remember my Uncle Bill. He was shot multiple times at close range by a German MG 34 during that battle. He had stomach and bladder issues for the rest of his life. He was a tough SOB.