General Discussion

We lost a couple of guys, had more with PTSD. One of my classmates got the Medal of Honor. It's a long, tragic, and complicated story. He was a guy who had moved from another town and most of us didn't know him well. He sang in choir with me and asked me out once. We had a tolerably good time but he never asked me out again. He was very shy.

My brother got a scholarship to a prestigious prep school in New England. He graduated a couple of years after me, and I went with my parents to his graduation. He fixed me up with a classmate and we hit it off amazingly well. We wrote letters back and forth and the relationship bloomed to the point where he stopped to see me the next year at my house. Then the following year it got even closer and after my parents moved to upstate NY I went to see them during Easter vacation and went up to see him at Harvard, where he and my brother were going to school. Let's just say the relationship was becoming so intense it scared me and I broke it off in June, something I've always regretted. He was killed at My Lai n September, 1967. It took me years to get over that.