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| 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, 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. |
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