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While nearly all of us (me, at least) bought into the notion of 'duty' and 'defense,' we all know now that the war was mostly based on a fraud (Tonkin Gulf) and specious 'theories' (dominoes anyone?). At the same time, I and most others truly wanted the best for the Vietnamese people. While we surely thought we were helping them stay 'free,' it's pretty clear that many of them disagreed.
In some sense, we were the Boy Scouts helping the old lady cross the street ... even though she didn't want to go. I don't think this was lost upon the Vietnamese, either. I'm pretty sure that some of the women who were maids in our hooches and offices ('mama-sans') and clerks in other offices were actually VC by night. At the same time, I have little doubt they liked many of us personally. (I think of two in particular who were extremely kind to me.)
The seeds of my realization of this were planted when I was present during part of the medical treatment and interrogation of a couple of 'NVA soldiers' (about 15 years old) after Tet'69. I realize now that I felt almost a greater kinship to them than I felt toward our "leaders." This, of course, is the root of "class consciousness" that rightfully transcends ethnicity and nationality.
It is, however, secondary whether a 'threat' is real in assessing COURAGE and HONOR. While some misguidedly interpret "Quixotic" in a disparaging manner, it must be realized that Don Quixote was courageous. While there is no courage in not realizing a threat, there is no lack of courage when one feels threatened and "does the right thing" as best they can anyway. Superman wasn't courageous - because he was invulnerable. Don Quixote was courageous. I'd have been proud to call him 'friend.'
It does take courage to confront the monster under the bed. Please, don't ever forget this. Indeed, it's probably the courage that counts the most.
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