This would have been a different Memorial Day column 30 years
ago.  Those of us who are 50 years old today were in a far
different place then.  We'd seen many of our older brothers and
relatives and their friends return from Vietnam, and we didn't
know how to treat them.  We hadn't exactly won the war, which
most of us thought we shouldn't have entered. While our
servicemen were overseas battling the Vietcong and Communism, we
were fighting among ourselves in the streets and on college
campuses across the country. And maybe you argued with your
parents in the kitchen or in the driveway.  A lot of our friends
and brothers came back to a country that had changed as much as
they had. They were altered by what they'd seen, what they'd
done and what they'd been told. Same with us.  But a lot of them
came home dead. Some from my hometown. Some from yours.  This
was before the "Greatest Generation" name had made certifiable
and rightful heroes of the American fighting force of World War
II. And this was before our n