As a child a heard the large planes flying into Stansted Airoport at 3/4am as they stopped to refuelled, they were bringing the bodies back from Vietnam, but no one spoke about it.
In the early eighties I was in Washington and deeply moved by the Memorial to the fallen, which brought a sense of silence to a busy city.
From the mid eighties the soul searching in the US was more public and reached out to the UK, films like Platoon, Tour of Duty, Hamburger Hill, documentaries, tunes (19) and this book.
To hear about it from the front line rather than the politicians and history writers was refereshing.
Sadly we seem deemed to repeat the same mistakes.