I was too young for Vietnam, but one of my buddy's older brothers went & never came home. When I saw his name on the wall the first time (& every time since), it hit me like a gut punch that I wasn't expecting. It went all the way through to my soul...still does. *Crying as I type this* It's been 50 years since we got the word, but it still hurts like it was yesterday. I always expected him to be one who made it home. Thanks for posting this. Thank you to all who served.

Jim