Agreed, when I was a teenager I had 2 brothers as friends who lived across the road. Their dad was machine gunner in Vietnam, he'd never talk about it but apparantly one night he got drunk (as was often the case, his war experiences led him down a path of excessive drinking, and later, divorce) and broke down in tears, telling his boys they must never, ever join the army and go to war. His experiences (including exploring VC tunnels looking for lost comrades and sadly sometimes finding them in various states of dismemberment/torture) haunted him since those days. I would think his 'not being a big factor' might rankle somewhat.
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