Yesterday, during 70's & 80's, we had a guest speaker, Chuck. He told us all about how he was in the Vietnam War. Man, it was enough to make me almost wanna cry. He told us about how he had been a medic and that it was horrible. Man, and like I've known this guy all my life. And he sat there telling us of his experiences and he almost started to cry. I felt so bad for him. I feel so bad for all the Vietnam War Vets that weren't accepted in society when the war ended. He told us that he thought his days of suicide were over but obviously not. He thinks the Iraq War and the Vietnam War are so closely related. And that we should have learned something back then and we didn't. He told us that one time he had the chance to save civilians, a woman that was pregnant, and he knew that the woman wasn't going to make it...and he had the choice of either trying to save the baby or helping other people. He chose to help other people. And the baby died. And I think he regrets it. Man, this man, that I have known for longer than seventeen years, had a major impact on me yesterday, and still today, I'm thinking about what he had said. That's quite amazing, usually I forget about things on a day-to-day basis. Anyway, I just wanted to say that he really really enlightened me. =]