WASHINGTON DC- OK. So for the past twenty years my heart has bled for the Vietnam Vets. I do benefits. I donate to the charities. Because I care. I'm in DC. I go to the wall. My name isn't up there. Not so much as a mention. How much does one man have to give?
OK, maybe I didn't go through Nam. But I owned stock in Pan Am. That's never coming back.
This country does nothing to honor the draft dodger. Not so much as a plaque. I have post traumatic stress syndrome. Each time I hear a gun go off I think it's a car backfiring. Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up in a cold sweat thinking I'm back in a Montreal disco snorting coke with Margaret Trudeau.
Maybe it's just a lot of "me think" but I feel slighted.