Vietnam: Stories From the Wall

You told her you were not coming back and you had seen it in a vision, that you made peace with it.

I went to the Wall, I found Orange's name and did the only thing I knew to do. I cried and 'gave him twenty.'

The last time that any of his fellow prisoners heard from him, he was singing "God Bless America" at the top of his voice from his isolation box.

Dallas was my first love...We got married on May 30, 1969 and we had two and a half wonderful weeks together before he went to Vietnam.

He was walking the point when we were ambushed.

I never knew you and have felt an emptiness all of my life.

He was the FUN Uncle.

I wish we all kept in touch.