Today is the anniversary of the death of my brother Johnny. He came home from Vietnam in 1969 and spent the next 20 years committing slow suicide by alcoholism, dying at the age of 46. It makes me sick to think of all the beautiful young men and women who were killed or completely ruined by that war. By any war really. I detest the right-wing soapbox of Charlie Daniels, but I think this song says it all about the guys who served in and survived Vietnam.