It was a beautiful sunny day in 1967 and the last thing on my mind as a young mother with an infant was the Vietnam War.  I had my infant daughter in her high chair  feeding her cereal when I heard a car drive in.  Expecting it to be my husband or family stopping for morning coffee I was surpised when I heard a knock.  Opening the door, I found two men from the Government looking for directions to my neighbors.  They were there to tell this family that their 18 year old son was killed by sniper fire just days after arriving in Vietnam.  I will never forget this day.