A Gust of Grace: blew through my life when I was in the US Army. I was in during the height of the Vietnam War (1967-1970). I had finished basic training at Fort Knox and the class ahead of me and the class behind me all were sent to Vietnam. Then ten months later everyone in my class except another fellow and me were ordered there. I had an office job, but my heart was heavy with concern that someday soon I would have to kill people. This became my entire focus and so in August of 1969 I left my post and headed to Canada. There were a lot of other young men also leaving because they had serious reservations about that war. For me, however, the bottom line was fear. I was afraid and so I drove north.
I contacted a man who was in the business of…
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