Each year on Memorial Day, I try to remember that it is not just a day to enjoy bar b q or the first holiday of the coming summer. I remember the guy who taught me the words to “Daddy’s Home” in Chemistry class was Wilbur Mattox. I remember in the fourth grade that it was Lamar Young who was going to run a funeral home with Hammnond Dean and me. Most of all I remember the last time I saw Johnny Bill Robertson. He and I were on leave together before going to The Nam. I told him that I would see him tomorrow because, like him, I was not going to go to Vietnam either. Instead I decided to go and later found out that he did too but did not make it. These were our classmates and friends who did not give their lives but they were taken. Unlike us they did not get older. It is for these and other brave men that we have Memorial Day. So rememberJohnny Bill, Lamar, Wilbur, Forrest Goudelock, Carl Thornton and all the others who died that we may enjoy freedom.
Butler Class of 1965
Vietnam class of 1969