In fact, it was I who never, ever has forgotten his face. I had, indeed, memorized it. I close my eyes and I can see him clearly after almost 45 years. I had the privilege of being with him in his last hours.
Night after night, the television screen would show horrible skirmishes, bombings, killings and mayhem. I would never know if my husband was safe until the next day passed and I had heard nothing.
Memorial Day takes me back and helps put my personal and professional priorities where they properly belong. The name Michael Eugene Hoppers invariably appears front and center in my thoughts, but he represents many.
This is the fourth in a series of stories and short films on under-publicized Occupy sites. The first is here, the second is here, and the third is he...
It is easy to forget about the plight of the families of those who commit murders. Victim assistance programs don't consider the killer's family might need help, too.
President Obama constantly pays lip-service to his respect for the men and women of our armed forces, but does his concern extend to this forgotten class of soldiers?
