What a beautiful story. There's only one problem. I never know whether you are telling the truth or spinning a yarn. (g)
I assure you the story is true, my dear. I can still see them coming out of the mist a half century later.
I thought of them as I stood at The Wall in Washington a few years ago, a thin, long line that has held us together for a long time.
See your private mail for my "operation."