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DEAR MAMA I hope when you recieve my letter you've gotten over being so sad. But before reading any further please go lean on dear old dad. Forgive the tearstains on this page, because they really are not mine. They're the medic's writing for me cause now I'm almost blind. I'm sure the M.P.s have visited and delivered the bad news. Mama, life goes on for you and dad so please don't cry no blues. Doc tells me he says, "You're not among the walking wounded yet." But with no legs and half a lung, I guess it is the safest bet! I'm resting pretty comfortable my care's intensive in Saigon. When this letter reaches you, by then I'm sure I'll have moved on. Everything is okay with me again. I have made peace with the Lord. Except for a broken body, my mind and faith both have been restored. Please hug and care for my old dad. Dad, you take good care of mom. Soon I can leave this hospital bed, cause I'm finally leaving Vietnam. I just wait for singing of the angels, and to hear God's beckon call. He's taking me to Washington D.C. to inscribe my name upon the wall. |
Additional Notes:
Written Memorial Day 2001, in remeberance of our friends that didn't make
it back home alive.
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