With Memorial Day just having passed, many of us are thinking of those who risk their lives now, and those who have given all in the past.

We need to remember Vietnam, we felt the heart ache, still do, see it on the faces of the vets everyday.

Souls leave, shells return from war.

I remember one particular classmate. He was so very handsome, but seemed shy. Even so, he was the first in our group to adopt a Beattles haircut. I had a bit of crush on him, but could never strike up a real conversation with him( quite a statement for a loud mouth like me).

He was never in trouble, just stayed under the radar, never was disrepsectful. Just a good kid.

He finally did start to date a girl from school. They married. He was drafted.

He came home, they had two kids, but was a struggle. He was abusive, and finally the marriage fell apart.

He was accused, and convicted of torturing one of his friends. He will spend his life in jail, if he's still alive.

I'm convinced that he must have been having some sort of PTSD related hallucinations.

This is what war does.