At my daughter's college campus this morning I saw this....
The kids had covered each of the lawn areas near the entrance to the main building.
Can't tell from this angle - but they were placed in neat, arcing rows.
(last year at my daughter's Christian school - her American history teacher finally got me to join a couple of other Vietnam vets for a question/answer session with his combined classes. One fellow was an MP on a large base, the other served on a ship in the South China Sea.
One youngster asked each of us, "while you were there - what did you think about the politics of the war?"
I replied that, "you know, when you've got your head down in a fellow's groin trying to find the bleeder - you don't have time for that."
To finish up, the teacher asked us to tell about a lighter moment:
I saw my daughter shrink down at her desk - "Oh Lord, he's gonna tell about shooting the pet monkey that threw poop at everyone!"
Hey, even the teacher loved that story!
Afterwards the kids told my daughter that they loved her Dad's talk, "the best".*
I tried hard to watch my language - I don't cuss....but Vets can get "in the moment". Daughter told my wife she counted only 3 "damns" - nothing else!
*the MP was on a base the size of Detroit, which
can be a little sporty. The Navy guy is freq. called upon by groups to speak about 'Nam….smooth but boring.
Anyway....
Stig
