Rage and wonder in 1968: The year war came through the TV and I felt pieces of childhood ending

I was 9 years old. My father was at war.

I watched Vietnam every night on TV, wind blowing through the tall grass of a distant land, numbers of the fallen flashing on the screen, all in black and white, a war in two colors, scary and real in my living room, ticking away in the hour before the latest...