Washington, D.C., D.C., USA
I remember a lot of teenage boys talking about getting drafted. A lot of them disappeared from the community. Not many returned. The Viet Nam war protest songs were intriguing. Sad.
It was such a dreadful issue.
My son's dad fought in the war. He told me of how he witnessed many of his friends blown up or shot. He, himself was caught up in some sort of explosion that blew off his fingers on one hand. He had picked up his fingers to take them back to the medical personnel to be sewn back on. They couldn't save them all.