Keith was a classmate of my sister and I had the privilege of working with his dad. In fact Keith took my job at the Bank when I went off to the University of Michigan. Keith gave his life in Vietnam protecting all those things we cherish as Americans. He was an outstanding student and I am certain he was an exceptional soldier (Warrant Officer). He died piloting a helicopter in the country. I was serving at a Headquarters Command at Warner Robins AFB when I heard he had died. It was a rainy night in Georgia and I cried like a baby while walking aimlessly in the chilling rain remembering him. I thought of the last time I was with him which was in Maine prior to either of us enlisting in the service. I was giving him a test drive in my brother's Jaguar XK150 which he was interested in buying. It was such an inconsequential last meeting until I found out he had been killed in Vietnam. I may damn the War but I honor all those who gave their lives and all who served honorably. I plan to travel to Vietnam one of these days and expect to venture to the place where he died to honor his service and memory. God bless his family he left behind and the unrealized family he might have brought forth to this land had he not died so young. Hardly a day goes by that I do not think about his sacrifice