Each memorial day I post a rememberance of my neighbor, Billy Dorsey. Billy was killed, at the age of 22, on November 20, 1966 in VietNam.
I knew Billy's brother, Beano, much better than Billy as Billy was 10 years older than me. My only real recollection of Billy was him walking up the street past the side of my house and nodding a hello to me. I believe he must have been home on leave at that time.
His family held his wake in their house up the street and I truly don't recall much talk in the neighborhood. I guess most of the parents in the neighborhood were fearful that one day they might be grieving the way the Dorseys were at the time.
In any case, Billy was the only person I ever knew to die in the service of this country. It's the least I can do to remember him.
I knew Billy's brother, Beano, much better than Billy as Billy was 10 years older than me. My only real recollection of Billy was him walking up the street past the side of my house and nodding a hello to me. I believe he must have been home on leave at that time.
His family held his wake in their house up the street and I truly don't recall much talk in the neighborhood. I guess most of the parents in the neighborhood were fearful that one day they might be grieving the way the Dorseys were at the time.
In any case, Billy was the only person I ever knew to die in the service of this country. It's the least I can do to remember him.