Hi Troll, ya know you went & ya fought a war, what were your words, you had to want to be there. I'm sorry that you're still upset that someone called you "Baby Killer" when you came home, you probably never thanked them for trying to end it & bring you home sooner either, did you? My brother went & became a seal, bad choice, he's paid for it ever since, every day since. Troll, in this country we don't allow teenagers to drink or think for that matter, what the hell were teenagers doing in some far off country learning the fine arts of killing & dying when they hadn't even been out of diapers long enough to have a sense of self. We still haven't settled WHY & we still can't live & let live. Of all my friends that did come home, none came back alright & most died before reaching mid life & still we bicker about who did what to whom instead of really trying heal those that live the pain & horror ever since, that's unspeakable, speak of that instead of Jane at least it's not like pissing in the wind. There's no concerned effort to give real help to them in need, they served, now fuck 'em, we don't need them anymore they're as much expendable now as they were way back when, that's what this goverment's gotten away with, it's them you/we/me should focus on. I ran into a Beau a friend of mine, haven't seen him in 20 yrs, he doesn't know if any of the others are still alive, he's had one job since the conflict, firefighter for a couple of yrs till they found out he was lighting a few of them himself, he's gotten no real help, only a check,. My cousin died last yr he was never right afterwards either, accidently over medicated himself, just like one of my best friends, Peter, he couldn't live with the pain that the doctors couldn't find, that was within a few yrs after returning, my high school chum & roomate, Allen right off walked into a jewelry store to relieve them of their contents, Little Stevie got drunk & robbed a bank, died on the side of the road somewhere far from home, Billy by now's most likely killed himself drinking cause he couldn't stand to keep seeing the same sniper still alive with a hole in his gut the size of a basketball, you already know about my brother. These were just a few & everyone has stories of their friends like these, Jane didn't do this & she's not the one that's still denies them help. It's not an angering situation it's a grossly sad situation & I'm thinking that if you can go beyond that anger you'll find that there's a world of hurt that's causing it. I'm done with this go for it & have the last say. Barry, Earl's brother