For Memorial Day I talked with a Vietnam veteran at length. He did two tours of duty. On the second tour, he was out in the field with his platoon. A 10-year-old North Vietnamese girl approached. He said he sensed danger, but “gave her the benefit of the doubt.” She pulled out a pistol and shot him in the head. She died seconds later in a hail of gun fire. He was in a coma for five weeks, came out of it and eventually recuperated. He said of the girl that he could understand. That is, they were an “occupying” force and there was a good possibility she had watched her parents, brothers, sisters, relatives… killed. “She was probably numb to life at that point,” he said. This man came back to the states and for 10 years lived under a bridge in Cleveland, year round. He had developed an extreme case of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Like the girl, he had become numb to life. When they say: “War is Hell,” it is. And that we’re not doing more to stop it through way more sacrifice and tremendously increased worldwide humanitarian aid is, well, a monumental social justice tragedy each of us will have to account for some day. (Read: at Judgement). Meanwhile many of us head off to the next Memorial Day picnic with the hot dogs, the frisbees and hardly a second thought about what the day is really about. Note: We are trying to raise donations for our next tour: Schriner Presidential Election Committee, 2100 W. 38th St., Cleveland, Ohio 44113.