Arlington National Cemtery

I and my brother and sisters had the honor of inurning my Father and Mother there last week. A very humbling experience. I was fortunate to miss the Vietnam lottery number drawing by one number before Nixon ended the draft, so I never had to go thru such a horrible experience some of you had to such as my father did in WWII, but the footage I see on TV haunts me though I was never there.

My Father never talked to me about it, though he did with my oldest sister once he got to the point in his life he had to release his anger and hurt, I don't believe I could have handled it emotionally.

It was my honor, as the oldest son to accept the Flag and place his urn in the niche of the wall among the many.

In the same neighborhood is the Vietnam Memorial.

I couldn't go to the Vietnam Memorial until 1994 when I took my mother to D.C
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Fortunately I didn't "buy the farm" while FACing, but 4 of my classmates did.

I'lll never forget describing how one of them died. I turned around and there was a crowd that had assembled behind me while I was speaking.

He left a wife and three children.