They were the Cold War years of the mid 1970s. The California folk sounds of Neil Young and Dan Fogelberg wafted through the nightspots in Monterey.
I am a U.S. Army Reserve chaplain. Before becoming a chaplain, I had encountered only one other military chaplain in the service. I am a U.S. Navy
I look into their eyes, but I cannot begin to see the depth of pain or the sense of joy. They hear us call them the "Greatest Generation," but they