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When I was in grade school, a family from Missouri moved into our tiny community. They had a son in the Marines, and he was KIA, 3 March, 1966. His sister was in my class. They chose to bury him at the local cemetery, but the family moved on. Ever since then, the American Legion post has cared for his grave.
His name always stuck with me for some reason. When I vacationed in D.C., I went to the Vietnam Memorial and found his name. I had a patch made for my motorcycle vest with his name and D.O.B. and date he died. I try to never forget his sacrifice. He was 18 yrs old.
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