|Sgt Bernie Goulet, Spring, 1951|
He paused as it became difficult to speak. His lower eyelids welled up with tears as the memory was replayed as though it was yesterday.
"Then we had to get up and keep going. Poor guy. I ran right by him and saw him motionless. Nothing I could do. Damn it."
He paused again to regain his composure. After a moment, ignoring all of the other conversations underway around the Memorial Day picnic table, be continued.
I shook my head, "no."
|Bernie Goulet, Memorial Day 2012|