It took twenty days for his body to get here from Vietnam. In that time we grieved and tried to come to an acceptance that he was gone. He was only twenty years old and the most out-going of our group. We all loved him. When we got word that he was here, we waited for his mother to call and let us know when we could go visit. It’s been over forty-seven years so those memories are fuzzy. I think his body lay in state for three days or so, giving time for all friends and family to arrive for the burial. On the night before they closed his casket one final time, his mother took a medal he had given her to hold while he served his year in Vietnam and she pinned it on his chest. She spent time alone with him, just the two of them. She said it was just the two of them in the beginning; it would be just the two of them at the end. My son was twenty-one when he got deployed to Iraq. They gave us five days to get ready for his departure. In that time he made a will, a DNR, and a