and HISTORY KEEPS REPEATING

We never learn. We keep making the same mistakes over and over again. We send the bright shiny faces to face the darkness for us.

And so today, as I do once a year, I remember the boy who sat in front of me in school with the silly cowlick who died during the Tet Offensive. He was a boy and will forever remain a boy, and he's missed several more wars since he died.

From my grandmother's photo album. World War I doughboys.