History repeats itself.

That was a lesson I learned as a youngster. I guess I never expected that to happen in my lifetime. I understand that historical things have happened in my life time. From outer space travel to computers to medical miracles, so many things have changed.
But you would think that we would learn from our mistakes.

i was just a kid learning about the world, watching the news on black and white televison. what i saw, no child should be watching. I saw soldiers and guns and dead bodies, seeing bombs go off, hearing the sobbing of Vietnamese. It continued throughout my youth. I guess I got used to it. As a junior in high school it became more of an issue because my peers were now talking about how the draft lottery would affect them. We all knew someone who had gone to 'Nam and not come back.
Fast forward 30 years plus. We do not have a draft this time around, and we have become desensitized to the reports of death. But every so often, I read a newspaper story, catch a soundbyte on TV, that gives me the strangest sense of deja vu. The horror carries through.