War drew us from our homeland
In the sunlit springtime of our youth.
Those who did not come back alive remain
in perpetual springtime -- forever young --
And a part of them is with us always.

Dear Bobby, I remember seeing you when you came home from boot camp and ITR. Something told me I would never see you again after you shipped out to Nam. Miss you cuz, Cpl. Edward A. Filiks USMC.

Dear PFC Robert Piazza, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Tomorrow is the 46th anniversary of the last battle of the war. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

A group of us worked at the Big Apple and knew each other. Remembering you driving by my block as I walked home. Seeing you when you came home on leave. Through all these years I always thought of you and still have all the letters and cards we exchanged. You are forever in my heart❣️
Love Susan

I met Bob in fifth grade when he still called himself Roberto Piazza. We would sometimes walk home from Camp Ave. School together and play at my house because it was closer to the school. Bob was a little chunky back then, and both of us liked to watch wrestling on TV so we would frequently wrestle each other. He would emulate the fat guys and Come up with moves and name them. The submission hold was The Piazza Bluff (similar to Haystacks Calhoun's Big Splash.). It was difficult wrestling Bob because we laughed so much. That's just how he was.
When I read about his death so many years ago, it put that whole war into perspective. Bob was a truly good guy.