Jim Weir writes:
[A lot of good stuff]

Right on, Mr. Weir.

I was 18 in '73 and they were only drafting the first 20 or 30
numbers, and that's how I missed the draft. A good thing too...I know
I would have been f***ed in the head if I had been forced to go.

The son of a good friend of mine came back messed up in the
head...never did get back to normal.

Another friend who tramped around in the jungle for a year died of
liver cancer at age 52. Agent Orange? Maybe. The brother of another
friend also died of some weird cancer which the military finally
admitted was caused by AO.

I hope Vietnam can once again become the name of a country, not a
stupid war we arrogantly got involved in. Who's the real traitor--try
LBJ.

I respect the military, but sure as hell don't worship them like some
posters in these newsgroups. Hurray for Kerry, who actually uses his
brain to think, instead of his balls. The man joined up and served
honorably, saw with his own eyes what a screwed up situation the war
was, came home and tried to do something about it. What was Shrub
doing, BTW? Coke and booze?