I am blessed to be married to a Vietnam veteran who served his tour of duty during the Tet Offensive. He wasn’t wounded physically (though he now suffers from a number of illnesses as a result of exposure to Agent Orange), but the memories of that time still haunt him. He was drafted at 19. Fleeing to Canada wasn’t an option. Initially he feared for his own life, he says, but when the mortars were lighting up the sky, his focus was on protecting his fellow soldiers, defending his country. Patriotism born on the battlefield. His faith was birthed there as well. Not faith in a country or government, but faith in the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob. The one who protected him time and again, saved him from being blown up in his barracks and burned in a hotel fire. He was one of the lucky ones. It…