http://www.realclearpolitics.com/authors/?id=33359Author Sun, 29 May 2016 00:00:00 -0500 In 1968 I was 18 years old, broke, flunking out of school and my girlfriend was pregnant. Then I joined the Marine Corps and went to Vietnam. When a rocket hit the mess hall, half full of young Marines, I was about 200 yards away. I saw it pass overhead, long and white, and heard the explosion. I had only been in country a few days and knew no one. Some of the boys were placed in body bags and trucked out, as I recall.

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