My brother who served...

Shouldn't have. Nam. Psychological problems. Artistic genius, museum quality before Nam, after Nam a basket case. He was 13 years older than me, but I was his big brother. He spent every dime of his disability on me, golf, Chinese food, whatever. We had many years of uproarius fun. When I moved from NJ to KC I believe he was broken hearted, never recovered. His name should be on the Viet Nam memorial but isn't, like thousands of others. He wrote over 1000 songs, none survive. RIP. Memorial Day haunts me, forever.