THE WALL OF FACES

I was in eleven years old when I heard of his loss, and although I never knew him, I think of him as though I did. I visit the place in our hometown where he rests. Since I was a child he has been in my thoughts, and I'll always wonder what this young man must have been like. Something tells me he had a warm smile and a great sense of humor. It's been many years and there is still a need to know about him. Maybe it's a linguring of grief for something so tragic. I am so sorry for his loss and all of the lives that his loss has affected.

My dad Richard Genest gave his life for a war that should not have been. He was well aware during his time in Vietnam that the residents of Vietnam were not hospitable to foreign invasion and that US military presence in the country was a horrible waste of many lives. I never met my Dad. He was killed on his way home.