This is personal, but I'm going to get it out of my system. When my oldest brother was sent to Vietnam, I was young. He was 18. Think about that! 18! He came home a very different person. I was the only one in the family he would talk to about Nam and I know I only got VERY small bits and pieces. He was mostly quiet. I was there for him for nothing more than an person that listened when he did talk. Those brave young men got off a plane here with chants of “baby killer” instead of a proper welcome for their service. I’m not sure whether agent orange got him or a dirty needle from over there. (I cannot blame any of them from trying to escape what they experienced with drugs). I have to calm myself when I hear that all wars were funded on both sides by the deep state cabal to make money. That [they] started every war! It sickens me! This is just a glimpse of why I want to see justice so badly. I lost a great brother that loved a bratty little sister. Our soldiers deserve the honor!