I wore two POW Bracelets in the early 70's also, one came home and one did not. I remember in 1965, while my Dad was in Viet Nam, a service man died and the funeral was at Fort Mc Phearsen, his wife had left him and there was no family. My Mom took us out of school to attend his service and the rest of the base church members came. I think about him every now and then. My Mom told us he is family and we will go.
Rosemary D. D.
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