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Rick Whitaker's avatar

John, I always try to remember my four boys on Memorial Day = Guy Hester '69, Harry Hayes '68, Kenny Cummings '68, Rick Bickford '67. They didn't get to live the rich and full lives we have had. God bless them and be grateful.

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Excellent and very moving, John, thank you. My father served two tours (back-to-back) in Vietnam; thankfully, he returned to us and continued being the best dad I could have ever hoped for. I was fortunate to serve as commander of A Troop, 1-9 CAV when it was at Ft. Lewis, so I feel a special kinship with all those 1-9 CAV troopers who went before me. As an OEF and OIF vet, I too know the grief--then and to this day--of losing buddies and comrades and the odd sense of feeling grateful and blessed (and so incredibly lucky) for having survived, along with the almost everpresent awareness (bordering on guilt) that I was able to live out my life while they never had the great good fortune to do so themselves. (I cannot thank God enough for all my blessings, but I try). It is heartbreaking that the once solemn nation-wide remembrance of Memorial Day--its history and what it stands for--has become barely an afterthought (if that) in our modern-day society (and "culture") that cares little for the past and its significance, or of the incalculable sacrifice of millions.

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