End of an era

I didn't have time to blog on this yesterday, but as everybody knows by now, General William Westmoreland, the Army Chief of Staff during Vietnam, died yesterday. he was 91.


The really ironic thing about this is that yesterday was my dad's 62nd birthday. Or rather, it would have been, if he hadn't gone to Vietnam and served under Gen. Westmoreland. He died in 1994, probably from the aftereffects of Agent Orange.

I'm not blaming the general for this; he did the best he knew how, and from what I can see, he was a helluva soldier and leader of soldiers. But it seems sad that the man who sent him to war lived to be almost twice as old as Dad did himself. I wish it had been the other way round.