December 28th 2014
The Vietnam War was terrible on civilians, especially the kids. Those who champion fighting cannot open their mouths without adding to the sum of human suffering.
Peggy sent two large boxes of clothing for me to take to the local orphanage, and it was just like her to do that. When the director started passing out shirts and pants and shoes, and socks, you should have seen the smiles all around.
Many of the children were missing body parts, but it didn’t hamper their spirit or their enthusiasm.
Contributing to the children was a rewarding moment for Peggy and me, although at times I had to grit my teeth and look away. But I know that what we did left an indelible stamp on some impressionable clay, and that made it all worthwhile.