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I don't call myself anything. For years and years I didn't know what to think about my own service other than that I got hurt a couple of times and it was far more physically taxing than I'd thought it would be. Then someone discovered we didn't have a memorial for Nam. So, bunch of folks got together and made it so.

Here's the memory ~ two things in one day. I arrived downtown near Independence avenue and parked. Walked over a block and found the parade. I went on an adrenalin high for the next week ~ in the meantime I picked up the book that named all the dead guys and went through it, every single page, in one evening and identifed 14 fellows, including my best friend, who died there.

So, I still don't call myself anything, but something definitely happened.