Every generation seems to have their own war someplace in the world. My dad and my uncles had World War II. I had the Vietnam War. It affected every part of my life even though I was never in the country.
As I dramatically downsize a huge collection of clippings and photographs, I found these two items going back to the days of that war. My five grandkids are really young, but there may come a day when one of them will ask about what I remember of the Vietnam conflict.
How did it affect me? It started in high school when I was ordered to register for the military draft. I got a draft card which I had to carry with me at all times.
To stay out of the draft, I had to get a deferment which I did by going to college. The requirements were that I go full-time and that I finish within four years.
While attending my first two years at Delta College, I went through a streak of political activism. In addition to other causes, I was the head of Students For Victory in Vietnam. We sponsored student rallies and debates.
During a history class, I debated an anti-war activist. The local newspaper covered it with a reporter and a photographer.