My personal feeling is forgiveness isn't about the person being forgiven - especially when you never met them and probably never will. It's about living with yourself.

I've met miserable, bitter people who have built their lives on hate and anger, on grudges and vengence. Anger sometimes leads to action, when there's action possible. When there isn't, anger festers.

As far as what Fonda did - yeah, I think if had been John Doe, he would have been drawn and quartered. I don't think that punishment borne solely out of a need for revenge is right.

I don't have much sympathy for people who've made a hallowed shrine for anger in their hearts. They choose their own path, and no one but themselves is responsible.

What I choose to remember is love. My friend Big Mick, who made it home, forever changed, but holding onto love. My friend Barry, who remembers his brother Earl, and remembers that love. These are the sort of people I respect. So, in the midst of this discussion on the worthiness of vendettas, here's a toast to love...lest we forget.