One of those guys who never shook it off was a co-worker at AT&T.
Tom Shanaman. Great guy to have on evening shift. Could never put his mind in neutral. After things cooled down around 8 pm, we would let Tom work on an incoming or open tickets. If he got caught up, he would open up a crossword puzzle book. His was only of 3 men in his platoon to come back from Vietnam.
He had 17 years in, 3 to go till retirement. Then we lost evening shift, and moved to another testing center in Denver.
Last time I spoke to him in a hallway, he said he had 153 days to go. He put a bullet in his brain before he made it to double digits. I am a Vietnam era vet and remember all that bullshit that if Saigon fell, Trenton, NJ would soon fall per the domino theory.
Sorta like the parades US troops would receive in Iraq and how the oil revenues would repay us. On Sunday mornings, I watch Meet the Press and other news shows. But change the channel, when they start to scroll the pix and info about the brave young men that died the current week.
End of rant. Tom had chosen this song for his funeral. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NybY4V4bK0
Shed not for her
the bitter tear
Nor give the heart
to vain regret
Tis but the casket
that lies here,
The gem that filled it