My father, Robert Renaud, who's now 87, served in World War II for three years. Thank you, Maggie Rivas, Ph.D, for forcing Ken Burns to include men like my father. Now let's talk about ending The War once and for all. To do that, we have to remember the lessons. My father returned to San Perlita, Texas ready to fight anyone who crossed him. He believed himself a better man than those who did not go to la guerra. To this day, he remembers his first days in the Army, his buddies, his uniform, how to salute, and the bone-breaking explosion of cannon from his driver's seat in the tank. Daddy used to humiliate my mother because she was mexicana , and didn't speak good English like him. He thought we should bomb Vietnam into a democracy. He scoffed at Martin Luther King, Jr., as a man who "started trouble." World War II taught my father he belonged. He took on the views of the priviliged, even though he wasn't. But ay, how he wanted to be. Daddy beat...