Feelings of fear began to appear in my
Freshman year when my best friend’s
Brother was shot and killed on a hill in
France by some mother’s son, who had
Just begun to shave. The war clawed its
Way into our days. Shadows of gloom
invaded our rooms where bombing raids
Shared mind-time with history and geo-
graphy. College plans were put on hold as,
One after another, we were drafted and
Taught how to shoot strangers who posed a
Danger to the world we were preparing to
Inherit.

So good Glen, and so prescient. How was wish for no more war...
Such difficult times seem long ago; but lurk ever=present in our complex world. Peace and Love to you, Glen😘