I remember that summer morning like it was yesterday. I was 16 that summer of '66 and had my whole life in front of me. It was during the Vietnam War and it was constantly crazy. I wasn't really a strong peace activist but I did sing along to the occasional Beatles tune, or attend a rally here or there. The Vietnam war was a big topic of conversation, especially in my family. At dinner time father would come in from work, at the local newspaper house, and talk and talk all about the war and how the men were fighting. One minute he'd say that we were going to win the war in a month. Then as it got closer his story would change( I think for a dramatic effect)he would say that there is a high possibility of us never winning the war. Mother was just as bad. She would come home from her afternoon teas with the ladies from the church committee and talk about who has died or who was injured badly enough to send them home. My poor sister Debbie and I had to sit through every meal talking about the war. That is until I got a summer job and my whole world changed.
