My class, and those before me, did not escape. We were a small school--my class, with 60 kids, was the largest ever (baby boomers). Two boys I'd known well, a year and two years older than I, were killed in Viet Nam. Others served and came back mentally harmed.

Still, that was also the moon shot era, a great accomplishment, so it was the best of times, the worst of times.

Melissa M.