Riding in the car, the other day, my youngest piped up from the back seat and said, "Look mommy! Vietnam!" (Her oldest sisters were adopted from Vietnam). I looked where she was pointing and saw a bumper sticker that said "Vietnam Vet."
"Hmmm...." I said, noncommitally, basically ignoring her.
Then she said, "So that person's a veterinarian?"
I said, "I don't know. Why?"
"Well, that's what it says... Vietnam Vet."
Vietnam Veterinarian. It's been making me smile for days. Don't you wish we lived in a world where hoards of young men and women were trained as veterinarians and sent abroad to heal other country's ailing animals? I think we might actually have achieved peace in the Middle East by now if, in Iraq and Afganistan, we had squads of people going house to house saying, "Open up! We hear you're harboring a sick goat in there! We're here to help!"