I'm a Vietnam era civilian.
I was classified 1Y because of scoleocis.
At the time, I didn't know what scoleocis was.
Thought it must have something to do with the shoulders.
I'm selfishly thankful that I didn't have to serve and grateful to those who did.
After many years, I finally had the opportunity to contribute a little something yesterday.
We have a nice servicemen's memorial here that is in some ways a centerpiece of the town.
It's on the front cover of the phone book.
It is the brainchild of a freind who designed it, organized fundraisers, oversaw the construction, and did a lot of the work himself and with the help of other freinds.
There's a brick in the walk with my dad's name on it alongside many other freinds and relatives.
We had a memorial day ceremony there yesterday.
There were prayers, a speech, a color guard, rifle salute, laying of wreaths, and music.
Some freinds and I played "Fifty Thousand Names (carved in a wall)", a moving peice about the Vietnam memorial.
Our singer had a little trouble controlling her emotions.
She had performed for the moving wall ceremony at Ft. Riley last year and found the name of a friend she hadn't seen since she left Georgia at age 12.
Giving thanks in the closing prayer, the preacher thanked God for the music.
After the service, many people made their way to us to thank us.
The VFW post commander who organized the program couldn't thank us enough.
We told him we considered it quite a priveledge to be able to contribute something.
A freind told me he had become emotional and looked around to see that he was not alone.
For the rest of the day wherever I went people expressed their feelings one way or another.
Some would just smile or wave.
It reminded me of Mackinlay Kantor's book "Missouri Bittersweet".