The year was 1967. It was a year full of anxiety for me. I was living a my mother's house and had given birth to my baby girl, Diana in January of that year. Diana's dad was away in Vietnam in a place called Cam Ram Bay. He would come home in April, 1968. The man holding my baby girl is my beloved brother, Richard Valle. He was in the Army and on a weekend pass. He came by to say goodbye to all his family before being sent to Vietnam. He was a Paratrooper in Vietnam. Soon after returning from the jungles of Vietnam he married and was about to welcome the birth of his first child with his high school sweetheart when he was abruptly taken from us at Bass Lake, California. He drowned on Memorial Day, 1970.
Jeannette was born in 1971 and never had the chance to know her dearest uncle Dickie. Now they are both in Heaven.
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