On this day 1975 the war in Vietnam ended.

My former boyfriend was in the Navy and went to Vietnam and spent there for about two and a half years. He was not a soldier and a sort of desk-work with top security clearance.
Two years ago, in my curiosity, I typed his name, his birth-date and etc. on Google Search. In my very surprise with a quite shock, he passed away a long, long time ago at age 31 and a half. I know he was not deceased in Vietnam knowing in his last letter, he got a private-sector job.
Anyway, I was SO sad and and sent a bunch of flowers to his resting place all down to the deep Southern state where he was born and raised. I e-mailed the church asking whether I can send a letter to his resting place, however there was no answer.
I was already married to my husband at that time, .... however my deep feelings still lingering to the point wanting to visit his resting place which shows his gravestone with details. It is a military-style gravestone. No matter what happened to him, I still have feelings for him. Even I made a resting-place for him at the corner of my front yard with flower-garden with a lot of flowers which booms from Spring to all way to last part of Fall.
My husband and I didn't hide former relationships prior to the marriage. We, even discussed about the past with a good, mutual understandings.
One of my last wishes would be, ... before I'd passed away, I'd like to see his resting-place telling him I still care about him, .... please 're-born' somewhere in the world and a happy life that he deserves. Even I know there is no way for me to make a trip to the deep Southern state from my place, norther part of the East.
 

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When someone from a large city died in a war, he was a stranger that most people don't know. But when you live in a smaller town, and you hear that someone died in Vietnam, you take it more personal. Even if you were not close friends, you know of him, since you seen him before, or went to school with him.
 
Everyone I grew up with had a college deferment. The working class kids, in this case the Italian kids, were all drafted. They shouldered the burden of a conflict that never should have existed.
 

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