1. My own first personal memory of war was in 1968. As a 16-year-old
dishwasher in a small diner in upstate New York, I watched a Vietnam veteran get off the
bus, coming back from his first tour of duty in Vietnam, to be met by his family. And at a
time in our history when heroes Were hard to find, I thought I'd found one. I'd never seen
anybody so handsome, so physical, so determined, so proud. Captain John Graham
Captain John Graham was his name. And he is a big part of the reason I went to West
Point.
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