They were driving around that night more or less drifting, like two lost souls in the night. I don't remember who of the two started to tell me that they received a telegram earlier in the day, telling them that their only child, a son, was killed in action in Viet Nam.
I was speechless.
I felt so sorry for them - And I still do to this day.
I doubt if they are still living ... But if their souls are drifting ...
I'd sure like them to know that I have never forgotten the night when I I sat in the back seat of their car and listened to their story.
- Author: Carl D. Toothman -