Years later, I saw a picture of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall on television; there was Moe's name. I had met his parents and brother when they came to visit him during basic training. It occurred to me that if I hadn't helped him so much, he might have been discharged and sent home to his family. I had a great uncle who had been discharged during World War I for a similar reason. Lord Jesus, take care of Moe until I get there. It was then that...