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just for a moment, and then the one-armed man turned
to face Dad’s group. “How about you use it to buy
some flags for the graves in the cemetery of our friends
who died in Vietnam? We noticed that on the last
Memorial Day, when the VFW post decorated the
graves of the veterans with flags, the graves of those
who had died in Vietnam were left unmarked.”

Even I, as young as I was, knew it wasn’t just a
suggestion but was also a rebuke. But everyone agreed
that it was a good idea.

Fred held his hand out to the one-armed man.
“The VFW meetings are on Wednesday. I would . . . I
mean, we would be very honored to have all of you
stand beside us as members of our post.”

The one-armed man looked at his friends. They
glanced back and forth among themselves but said
nothing, and the one-armed man did not take his hand,
so Fred spoke again. “We were wrong in how we
treated you, and we would really like to have another

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