Thanks, Cee, for your Share Your World challenge, with a focus on Memorial Day
My strongest association with today’s holiday is James Bernard Williams, Jr. who was killed on May 29, 1969, only 3 months into his tour of duty in Vietnam. James was a sweet young man, a football player at a local high school. We shared a study hall and often chatted surreptitiously instead of working. My last memory of him, apart from his funeral, was our dancing together at a high school senior prom. We were already roundly ostracized because of our interracial friendship, but slow dancing? James was a bit nervous; many of the students immediately boycotted the floor. James whispered that this was just not done in Albany, Georgia. I’d already had many slashed tires, a bomb through my car window, and other threats. I laughed. I thought we were invincible. Vietnam showed me otherwise.