H.C. Schweitzer pens an op-ed in the Denver Post that begins:

My youngest son will turn 18 in a few months. How rudely different is the country now than the one I knew 40 years ago.

The day I turned 18, while a college freshman, I joined the Marines. The Vietnam war was heating up and I was convinced our country led the world as a champion of nobility. Like most, I believed that the U.S. held moral and geopolitical obligations to resist tyranny and anti-democratic regimes wherever they should emerge.

Now, five years after yet another American foreign intervention, I would no more encourage my son to follow the path I had taken than to become a drug dealer.

Really? One would think that, irrespective of how disaffected a Marine might have become about the policy decisions of our government, he would still recognize the honor and integrity that comes with such a commitment. Comparing service in The Corps to being a drug dealer strikes me as among the lowest blows imaginable.