Naemanson, Viet Nam is no more ancient history to our children than WWII was to me. My dad was on a destroyer in the Pacific. He never spoke about it except humorously. The day he gave me my first driving lesson, my mother asked how it went, and he replied, "I haven't been so scared since the Battle of St. John's Island." I asked him what happened there, and he said, "My ship was sunk." I never heard any more about it; I don't even know the name of the ship. I guess he didn't want to relive it either.