The holidays inevitably bring thoughts of my father. He spent half his life at war, first fighting the French for independence then battling his own people to defend the South of Vietnam against the Communists. In the end, he felt nothing but hatred and bitterness against the atrocities and ugliness of war. I don't know if there is ever a "just" war, but I wish more than anything else this holiday season for peace.
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