Teen-age rebellion, without understanding the damage!

I am now 46 years, married to a Vietnam vet suffering from PTSD. As I look back at my involvement in the anti-war movement, one reality strikes me. That I used the whole "give peace a chance" mindset as nothing more than a platform to be different from the older generation, it was basically a game, a part to act out. A means of teen-age rebellion. I really never gave that much thought to our young men battling in the jungles of Vietnam. In spite of the fact that we were supposedly desiring social change, what we were really doing was trying to grow up in an era of unrest and uncertainty, during an age where the values and morals of our parents and grandparents were being rejected. Perhaps many of the young people really understood what they were protesting, I did not! To all of you who fought for what was noble {the belief that you were protecting your homeland and freedom} I thank-you, it will never be eneough, it will always be too late, but I thank-you!