March 13, 1968, 56 years ago, the Day my Dad went down in his A1 Skyraider and disappeared in the jungle of Laos with his copilot Major Barnes. By this time in the morning, the staff car had already pulled in, out front of the house and the knock had come on the door. My Mom was already a puddle laying across the kitchen table. I remember it all so clearly, seared into my brain. I was upstairs in our room getting ready for school, senior year, when I heard her call out my name. I turned and looked out the window and saw the staff car parked out front. I remember turning back and leaning against the wall, knowing what was waiting down stairs, took a big breath and headed down to deal with the situation. I still miss him
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