In 1965, as the Vietnam Nam war was heating up, I was lucky enough to have completed my two years of active service as an army officer, so I missed risking my life in that war.
What I can report is a change of view. With my own undistinguished military service and with the history that my father and grandfather had both been major generals, I was inclined to support our involvement in Vietnam Nam.
Then I met a girl who thought the war a mistake. She converted me from being, as we said then, a hawk to a dove. She was right, and we have been wed for over 50 years.