I remember Your boys...
by Frank Miller
There are more than fifty thousand names on the Vietnam marker, I knew about eleven of them. It's strange when and where I think of those men, but I do remember them.

They'll come to me at times when I least expect it. I'll be playing ball or having a drink with friends, and one of those lads will peak around a corner of my memory. I'll be scuffing along the post where I work, and something gives me cause to remember the face of one of those Special Forces folks.

Yes, I remember them.

Sometimes when I look in on my son at night, I think of your boys. Does anyone remember them?

I do.