Last week I met a person about my age whose father was killed in Vietnam. The father never saw his son, but the son had come to terms with the fact that he would never meet his father. Now with several sons of his own, my friend understands that he missed out on some of the experiences that he was giving his own sons, but he recognizes that the life he might have had with his father could have been different in some negative ways, too. Among other things, his father was a heavy drinker.
Another vicarious memory of war.
In the throes of grading, I am still sifting through these memories. Courtesy of National Geographic, a photo for the occasion ...
After living in Madison for five years, Memorial Day evokes another memory ...
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