Thank you for that perspective. My daddy was paralyzed from the chest down when I was 5. He was in the VA hospital in Memphis, TN. Dad spent much of the next 22 years, on and off, in the spinal injury ward there. I saw many of the young men coming back from Vietnam. They were such wonderful men, so badly injured, yet full of life. As a little girl, I loved many of them. I saw the war from a very different view than many. My dad has left us for the great fishing hole in the sky, but we will remember him and all those who have fought this Memorial Day.
Amazing isn't it. We both have seen men with their bodies torn apart...and yet....they were happy.
redrock