I stood before the grave of my dear departed friend, and investigated the tombstone, memories of excellent years gone floated through my mind. Not all the memories were happy ones, but they became alive as I looked down at environmentally …

In 1967 I visited the South Vietnamese War Memorial and cemetery north east of Saigon. see this here was driving a young Vietnamese woman, PB, merely originally from North Vietnam. Her husband, a young officer had been killed by a booby-tr…