As a young woman and mother, I had not yet become radicalized by the Vietnam War. Until I saw this on television. A few years later, I was watching the news and learned of a very young girl who had crawled to another village after hers had been destroyed, her family killed and she was injured to the point of being unable to walk. I remember crying and crying for days and thinking to myself that there was just no reason good enough to support the behavior of our government. Something changed inside me. Now, 50 years later, I still feel the fire I felt when I saw Olly slogging through the mud, "Different war, same damn mud." And that little girl crawling to find help. In so many ways the comparisons from then to now are still horrifically clear. There still is no reason good enough to support the behavior of 45's regime. So many years, so many deaths, so many tragedies, so much hatred, fear and violence. I am now a radicalized old woman that cries for her country.