This was where we'd walked in front of General Westmoreland.
The walk was long, but with each step, I thought about my dad. The cause,
alone, kept me going -- and focused. Because all that I knew was that my
dad was "missing," I thought that linking up with the POW-MIA groups would
lend emotional support, but I found out that they were not that way at all.
It was more like, "to each his own" which was around the time that I
separated myself from those groups and just focused on my own cause. The
other side of my sign read, "America, don't forget my dad & the other 106."
Bronze Plaque I had made on 5-15-87
I had a dream to acquire a 3 foot high bronze cast eagle, with a wingspan
of 36 inches, and have it placed in my own backyard. I had also planned to
place this bronze plaque at its base. The Memorial Company owner informed
me that I would be open for liability suits if I went ahead with engraving
every name; hence, it bears only my father's name.
Due to the fact that my siblings and I are still unable to accept our
father's death, I am unable to determine what resting place this plaque
will eventually have.
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