Maybe oddly, my life is almost empty of the pains of war. The war of my youth, Vietnam, claimed but one of my classmates. Despite my years and the relationships of my family, no one close was lost in the attacks of September 11th.
From my high school, just seven names appear on the Vietnam Memorial Wall. One was my friend. His name was Angelo Andrew Petraglia. He was killed by small arms fire in Binh Duong just 6 months and 12 days after his tour of duty began. We weren't the closest of friends, but I knew him back then.
I remember him tonight. He was drafted and served as an Army SP4 - E4 - 1st Infantry Division. He is listed on Panel 36W - Line 41.
I was number 334 in the first lottery. I was lucky.