|We see. We listen. The war comes to us in daily numbers of dead, in images of bombings and flame and bloodied young men. It's napalm. It's death.
We see. We listen. We graduate high school and go off to college. A few of us, the best, make intense, moral commitments. They go to war. They resist the war. For the rest of us, for most of us, its far more haphazard. It's how things work out. You find yourself in VietNam. You find yourself resisting VietNam. There wasn't any honest in-between.