Tonight I looked for an elusive photo of my husband when he was in Vietnam. Everytime I sort through the boxes of random photos we store for goodness knows why I find something new. This little photo wasn't in the best shape but I like it. Some one cut these two photos to fit into maybe little round frames. He was sooo young. I can only hope that someday humans quit sending our young people to war for no good reason. As an eighteen year old how could he possibly have known that agent orange was his biggest enemy and one that would follow him home? The past is the present at our house on Veterans Day eve.