Samuari
Twice Blessed
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A week agoi, I attended the funeral of my younger cousin. He was one of the few cousins (I have a huge family, but its scatered literly across, and arround the world) that I knew really well. "Chuck" for a time lived in my town and worked with me in the oil fields. A wonderful sence of humor, and an ability to see what was really important in a situtation, and react to it made him a valuable asset.
We believe, but will never be able to prove, that he was a victom of Agent Orange, which he was exposed to in Viet Nam, where he won two Silver Stars and a Purple Heart. It is especally onerious to me since I ovioded going by staying in college, and maintaining my student deferment.
I still hear the CRACK of those rifles firing thier salute, the Sargent handing the flag that just served as a pall to his widow, with the "thanks of a grateful nation", but most of all, I'm haunted by that damn bugle.
We believe, but will never be able to prove, that he was a victom of Agent Orange, which he was exposed to in Viet Nam, where he won two Silver Stars and a Purple Heart. It is especally onerious to me since I ovioded going by staying in college, and maintaining my student deferment.
I still hear the CRACK of those rifles firing thier salute, the Sargent handing the flag that just served as a pall to his widow, with the "thanks of a grateful nation", but most of all, I'm haunted by that damn bugle.
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