[NativeSon]

From time to time, my Dad (101st screaming eagles/scuzzy legs) talked about his friends and relatives that died in Vietnam. Stories to us, long ago & far away.

I was cutting class, prolly senior year, and playing tourist with friends in cc/old city Philly. We went up to the wall of the Philly Vietnam Memorial.

There they were, some our age, ground into stone.

[knarf]

There they were, some our age, ground into stone.

A novelist's line equally unforgettable.

Thanx Nat