Today I’m thinking about three Vietnam war veterans who influenced my thinking years ago. All three suffered mental health collapses in the war. It might’ve been drugs or chemicals or traumatic brain injury or (I suspect) a combination of these. But the point is they left here as normal kids and came back and never recovered their lives. Two of them spent a substantial part of their lives living on the street. As far as I know all have died since. As a young adult I remember having the opinion that every town in America had at least one brain injured veteran living on the street downtown. I tried to be kind but not patronizing.