Woodtroll
One Too Many
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This touched a nerve in me from way back.
I recall those evenings too, Jack.
Dread was the word. Dread and hopelessness.
High school kids who didn’t know the difference from their *** and a hole in the ground awaiting their fate. If your parents couldn’t afford to send you to college Uncle Sam would gladly give you a full ride to the University of Viet Nam.
If you graduated the U of VN they’d send you right back home like you weren’t even gone!
If your number got picked you dreaded the mailman every day after.
You can’t traumatize a generation of youth much more than that.
Yeah, those nights were one hell of a bingo game.
When paired with the nightly news today in Viet Nam body count score, dread was an understatement.
Although we were toughened up with all the World nuclear obliteration by the Red Menace drills in school and TV commercials.
Yeah, today it’s always someone else somewhere else.
B
For those of us old enough to remember them, some things about the good old days weren't so good. This is one of those things, for sure.




