I have a few friend's names on the wall and a few fellow Marines that I served with. I live about two hours from D.C. and I have visited and cried at the Wall often. I have always wondered while being there how their lives would have turned out had they not been KIA in Vietnam.
Years ago, I received a letter from the family of a fellow Marine that became a close friend in my Division. We were usually sent out together on the same team to Recon areas that were plotted by the higher ups. We would talk about the things we were going to do together when we got out of the Marines, sort of like Bubba and Gump. I think a lot of servicemen do this that make friends. They said they found my name and address with his belongings. He was from a very small town in Wisconsin and I happen to be flying for Air Wisconsin at the time.
I had two days off, so I decided to drive to their home to visit with them and we talked for hours. He was buried in Arlington at his choice. I think they were more at peace after I left because I received a letter a week later thanking me for making their day and also for setting their hearts at peace. I sent them back a note to also thank them for their sincere hospitality and included a few pictures that I had in my possession of just him and some of us in the same Division with him.
That was the last contact that I ever had with them. Because I never heard back, I thought maybe I shouldn't have sent the pictures. Maybe I caused them some distress when they looked at the pictures.