When I was young, and the Vietnam war raged, I made the most unlikely friend in a guy named Paul DuCharm. He was in military school with my cousin and was as gung ho a marine and soldier as you can get. I was a peace marcher who sat in front of draft boards and marched on the Pentagon. And yet Paul and I managed to find a way to be friends.
Then he went to Vietnam as a young marine, He died in less than 30 days. Just more cannon fodder. But he’s never been forgotten. And then, lastContinue reading →