I wasn't aware of what war was and knew nothing about Vietnam.
I had a brother two yrs older who was a pain in the ass and broke the rules more often than not, but I will just call him a renegade. He was eight and told me about war. He talked me into sneaking to look at the jeep sitting in the lot owned by a garage on the back side of our street. It was an Army jeep and it had dried blood stains all over. He thought the jeep must be connected to the sad guy and painted a very gruesome picture for his 6 yr old sister. It made me cry and he called me a baby. Yet I still wanted to go talk to that forlorn kid sitting all alone on his porch. Turns out he had served in Vietnam. I am sorry I never reached out.