Thanks, NicoleCastle. And just like 35 years ago this isn't about the anit-war folk against those under uniform. Hey, I lost 8 of my friends in Viet Nam and had two come home with badly wounded. My cousin lost his leg to a lnad mine. These folks were our brothers and sisters. They din't make the decsiions. They just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. I remenber in '68 amd '69, we had organized a joint called the Center for the Perorming Arts and had rock groups playing every Friday and Saturday night and we'd get some uniformed brothers up from Ft. Lee. Well, we were a danged happy to have them as they were to be there.

Yeah, this thing ain't about our brothers and sisters in uniform who I consider to be part of "us". It's about the Masters of War, who collectively can't fight their way out of a wet paper bag yet go out pickin 'em...

Some things never change...

Bobert