Dear "Son"

I couldn't care less that your father lectures you on what a hero he was in "the 'Nam," and feeds you the illusions necessary to that fiction.

I do take umbrage, _boy_, with your presuming to lecture me about "what it was like" during those times. I remind you: you were not yet born. I'm probably you father's age.

It isn't I who is pissing the point; it is _you_. And you are missing it because your father is _denying_ it: there was _no honor in partocipating in the immoral, illegal, racist_ US involvement in Viet Nam. "Following orders?" That excuse didn't work for Hitler's Nazis.

Save me your revisionist fantiasies: I was there, then. The difference is that I, unlike your father, didn't make the wrong decision.