Raining on the Parade By Hank Silverberg When I was a 15- year-old High School student in Connecticut, my father was learning to walk with canes and would soon be confined to a wheelchair. He was stricken with Multiple Sclerosis, an illness eventually linked to a chest wound he received on February 20, 1945 on the sands of Iwo Jima, just two week after his 20th birthday. He was getting some help from the local VA hospital and that inspired me to volunteer there. During the spring of 1970 I ran a 16 millimeter movie projector in a hospital ward of the V-A. Th ere was no internet or cable TV so those movies were what passed for entertainment and I think they were appreciated. The men there were all confined to their beds. Some of them were veterans of World War One or World War Two, but many had just come back from Vietnam and were not much older than me. Most of these men did not speak much. A few asked me how old I was and where I went to school, but mostly they just wat