Ok kids, my day of solitude and respect was set back a little while I searched the Viet Nam Memorial in Des Moines for friends that never returned. I found myself flooded with boyhood memories when we would play soldier and when we were shot we needed only count to ten then we were healed and were able to return to battle and when it got dark, back home safely to our families. I must admit I counted to ten for everyone I found just hoping this was a bad dream and I would open my eyes and they'd all be there, but I would never play war again. My only solace was knowing they will never die as long as our memories live.