My father passed away several years ago now. He was a Vietnam veteran and made it out alive. We enjoyed a lot of time together, and I am grateful for that.
When I go back to the area where I grew up, I always visit the grave of his friend, James Merle Wilson who was killed in action in 1967. His lifetime and mine did not intersect directly.
I did know his mom who passed away many years ago.


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