As as young lieutenant in 1968, I was the Post Honor Guard Commander at my base. I buried too many young men coming home for the last time. I gave too many folded flags to grieving widows, mothers or girlfriends who never understood our involvement in Viet Nam. No matter how many I did, it never got any easier.
I proud that our country is at least giving the honor and respect that they deserve to today's young warriors.
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