Author: keang007

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More

People often ask veterans what they brought home from the war. Most of us answer with the easy things. A photograph. A medal. A faded uniform tucked into the back …

I lost my class ring in a Vietnamese rice paddy in 1970 and forgot about it for fifty-four years. Then the grandson of the farmer who found it knocked on my door with a velvet pouch—and a message that finally brought one small piece of the war to rest. Read More