The television screen flickered, my mind wandered as the stark images introduced me to the war and turmoil that came with it. The white noise in my young brain had blocked out the war, making it appear distance and unreal. No one in our family had been drafted and no close friends died during what my parents described as an endless and unnecessary conflict. It was not my war. It was my parent’s war. The insignificant battles were part of their daily lives, always reminding them that their sons might someday be called to duty.
By Wayne Maines
By Wayne Maines
