08 Feb 1998 I was seven years old when my Uncle died. He gave his life for you and me. Now and forever I hope we will be free. Our daughters, our sons all of our loved ones. We do not need any more grief than we have already endured. For we cannot lose any more than we have already lost! When my Uncle Jerry was in Vietnam he wrote letters to my Mother. In one letter he wrote that he had gotten real close to a small Vietnamese girl who reminded him of me. The laugh and the smile. My Uncle had a big heart! He had one for me, one for you, and one for that little girl who he knew he would never see again! I do remember that my Uncle Jerry had a collection of model airplanes. I also remember the week or two before he was killed. He came home on leave and we had a family gathering. He would not say Good-bye to anyone. He just started giving his things away, and as we were all leaving, he just sat in his car. He did not look at anyone. He just sat there. I thought he did not love me, but to find out later he did. More than I was to ever know. He is my Hero just as eveyone else is who died for me and for you. WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE THEM JUST AS THEY LOVED US!!!! If you knew my Uncle Jerry, please contact me. Vickie Schoening vickiejean@webtv.net

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