To the editors:
Why are the 80s/90s people all whining and blaming genes, hard luck and everything on everyone else but themselves? Those Marines in the gulf war ["When John M. Came Marching Home," January 17]? My dad was uprooted in early 1942, served in the Marine Corps (160 days in combat), got back in 1945, without seeing his kids or my mom for three years. He didn't whine or blame anyone! He went on with his life, as they all did (those who came back). Then again, maybe he knew he had something to fight for!