Vietnam: Stories From the Wall

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

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.

He was the FUN Uncle.

He was walking the point when we were ambushed.

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.'

They transmitted garbled words that included 'fire' and the aircraft disappeared from the radar screen.

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 shot down in July 1967...only needing 7 more missions to come home.