Section of the Viet Nam Wall in Washington DC

showing San Francisco's name

This is San Francisco, a class mate of our's and listed as MIA

Well, today I had my second shot to bring those white blood cells out but I still feel fine, no pain.  Quiet relaxing day because I am under house arrest.  Many days I stay at home but when I can't go anywhere I can think of many places I would like to go, bummer.  Oh well it saves money for me to stay at home.  I am anxious to have my blood count checked and if it is high enough, I can go shopping and make up for when I had to stay home.  Our son-in-law came over and put in a doggy door, yea. I have wanted one for years.  Our two maltese went through fine but our cocker stayed outside for a long time.  She would stand outside next to the door and groul.  She doesn't like change.

YOUR SON IS HERE
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.  "Your son is here," She said to the old man.  She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.  Heavily sedatted because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.  He reached out his hand.  The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old Man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.  The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.

I am so tired I will continue this story tomorrow.