I am bitter. I may have convinced my son and my nephews--the male lineage of my family, at least the male lineage that's worth a damn--to go to their deaths by giving them the "This is your generation's rendevous with destiny" talk on 9/11. All because I trusted my fellow Americans to not support the traitors who stabbed our soldiers in the back in Vietnam.
Good God, that was f***ing stupid of me.
I understand. We've been trying to get my son to join Air Force ROTC. Not so sure anymore.