We hadn't been married long when my husband, Jack was deployed to Na Trang, Viet Nam with his dog, Felix. He had had an older dog, Pat, but was given a new dog to train with which was much younger, and more fit. He came home, and we settled down and started a family. He had always hoped he could to return, but sadly, he died before Americans could visit the country. It was a beautiful place and he enjoyed meeting the people. He loved the french food, especially the bread. Being a Californian, he missed his favorite Mexican specialties, such as tamales and chile. We sent him canned things (not the best, but better than nothing).
He was justifiably proud of his service. He was a great American patriot. I honor him on this day, and always.