It was an honor.
Some friends and I held flags at a funeral for a man lost in Vietnam. His plane went down in enemy territory in 1967; his remains were just recently identified, and he’s now buried in Le Mars. (You can read an article about it HERE.) It was a cold morning, but no one complained…
There are more photos HERE.
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Very cool, sir. I would have complained, though, because I am a huge sissy about the cold, which means I’m not invited to any outdoor events with any kind of gravitas for the next six months. Now that I think about it, the six months before that weren’t so hot, either…
I am glad to see this man finally was able to get the respectful burial he deserved.
Wonderful! It is nice for the family to have closure.
And I, too, am a wimp in the cold. I miss AZ!!!
That is so sad yet…not. Because at least he’s now home. Certainly worth braving the cold for anyway. 1967! Jeeze, it took 40 years.
I hope the warmth all of you shared made the cold more bearable. It’s amazing his remains were recovered after all this time. Obviously someone did not forget this man. Awesome!
This man’s brother shared classes with me back in LCHS when we were just junior high kids with no thought for the future…I remmeber when his brother was lost. Ironically later, my nephew was lost in the jungles of Viet Nam…my nephew was found after weeks of uncertainty…taught me a bit about how improtant each moment of life is…how tenuous it is…how good it is. Elie Weisel says those most grateful are thse who have been through the darkness…Wishing the Roggow family peace.
Aunt V. (Ginn)
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