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?