


A FLIGHT OUT IN THE MORNING, BUT HE NEVER TOLD ME
“One hour, one carelessly happy hour” during the years of fighting in Viet Nam.

IN MEMORIAM
Boots fitted, belts buckled, they were gone…. How measure the greatness of their contribution?

PEACE AT LAST
“A somber voice silences, leaving no sound…until there came the sound of a bugle refrain
Which, slowly drifted into a quiet silence.”

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