My husband says you have become my friends. Can I have friends who are dead?
I know a lot about the wall of you, albeit dressed alike. One West Pointer after another - the Long Gray Line.
In your yearbook every one of you has condensed four years of your life into a paragraph.
I know the activities in which you participated:
I know your nicknames:
I know one of you piloted "Puff the Magic Dragon".
I know one of you thought Cam Rahn Bay was in North Jersey.
I know one of you was my grandfather; one of you was my father.
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