Especially this time of the year, I think about an uncle that I never really knew. He along with two others from his hometown Marine Reserve unit were killed around the Chosen Reservoir in early Nov 1950. Perhaps a dozen years ago, the group that works with remains contacted my aunt, his sister, for DNA. She did them one better, she had them contact my uncle's twin brother whom was still alive. Sadly, they have never contacted the family and no one whom knew or lived with my uncle are still around.
I hope to one day have the honor to see him home.
I also think about my friend's who served in Viet Nam and survived to come home only to commit suicide. Six in total!
One that haunts me in particular was a high school classmate. During induction, a marine walked through, stared at me, said you and you meaning the two men aside me, come with me.
Living up to it's name, my adopted town, Liberty honors it's military men and women. I look forward to our Veteran's Day ceremonies.