During my year in Vietnam ('70-'71) we lost several medevac Hueys with their crews, and while I knew some of the pilots who were killed, I was not close with any of them. By pure luck, the pilots that I was close with (I was a Battalion staff officer at the Battalion headquarters of a medical battalion), none were lost during my time there. The pilot who flew me to Danang, for me to catch my flight to Saigon for me to go home, was lost that very day (I was later told) due to a mechanical failure in his aircraft, and sadly I must have never learned how he spelled his last name since I cannot find him listed on the Wall. I had numerous uncles serve in WWII, and all came home. And the same for some cousins who served in the Korean War. So this Memorial Day, like all of the others, for me is a generic loss, and not a personal loss. But in my heart I add in those who served who died later but who gave the better part of their lives to serving our nation.