40 years ago my father was in the Army National Guard when he was drafted/called to Active duty for the Vietnam War. He reported to South Vietnam from September 1968-1969. He was just 20 years old. Last night my family and I attended a ceremony with my father to honor his Battalion, specifically the men who did not make it home. You can read an article about it here. The ceremony was humbling and emotional.
There were pictures and memorabilia to look at....(my dad is in the middle)
The following picture shows the painting that exhibited the lives that were lost just 2 weeks before their battalion was to return to New Hampshire. The men's vehicle hit a land mine. All of the men were from Manchester, NH and it was declared the "saddest day in the city's history." The painting was then placed for display in the Armory's entrance.
The entire evening was very nice. It certainly made me very proud to be my father's daughter.