Writes Paul Likoudis:

When I think of Memorial Day, and all the wasted lives, and the lies that led to them, I think of the fourth grade teacher I had in 1964, a beautiful young lady who left school when she married her husband, an Air Force pilot, who was one of the first to be shot down in Vietnam, in 1965. He deployed immediately after they married. As far as I know, he is still listed as MIA — probably one of the 600 MIAs that Nixon and Kissinger betrayed. She never had a child, and never remarried.

Years later, I learned that my teacher never knew her own father. She was conceived soon after her parents married, but her father went off to World War II, and never came back.

The Best of Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.