He was the big brother of my good friend.
I remember his red hair and freckles, so good looking on his young face.
I remember looking up to him because he was older.
I remember his laughter and love of life.
I remember his dreams of being of use in the world.
I remember when he enlisted in the Navy.
I remember how we all thought, when he became a medic, that he would be safe.
I remember the night his family got the news, just after my birthday, just before Thanksgiving.
I remember how young we all were, unfamiliar with grief.
I remember the feeling of his name carved into The Wall when I ran my fingers across it.
I remember being told, as every generation is, that this war will bring peace.
I remember his face when I look at the faces of other men and women, still being sent off to war.
I remember. And I know that you remember too.
As we refuse to forget, may our memories pave a path of peace.