This story caught my eye a few moments ago. It reminded me of the Japanese dead ender soldiers who lasted for many years (some ten, some twenty, some fifty) in the jungles of Okinawa, or other Pacific islands and finally gave up.
As one who prosecuted many of these young men from 1966-1970, I have no more desire to see "justice" done thirty years after this war ended.
Especially when Mr. Carter granted amnesty during the late seventies to all of the draft dodgers of the day.
I wonder how a man in his late fifties feels in a brig with young men the age of his grandchildren when all he did was run away so many years ago.
I guess I am getting soft.
How can we make it sacred?
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