A Green Beret

True story. Very emotional, happy ending to a war that ended long ago.

  A teenage girl, a young soldier age twenty seven. Two total strangers brought together one day. She wanted to reach out to someone in battle. A friend of a friend in Cam Ron Bay.
  That girl, now my mother. The soldier, a Green Beret. It's hard to forget the story told over and over, until it was imbedded in my brain.
  This soldier helped my mother through tough times indured. She was there to be a friend to someone nearly alone. Bombs were constantly exploding, while she was worrying, hoping.
  In July of '67, her worst fears became true. She was notified he was killed in action. They even sent her one of his berets.
  Her memory of him never died though. She passed it down to me and I felt her pain and anger, knowing his name was engraved on The Wall and not being able to see it for herself.
  Then one day when I was a teenager, about the same age she was when she learned of his departure, the Traveling Wall came to town and we searched that wall up and down, down and back again, never finding his name. She asked for help and information and was given a ray of hope. "He may still be alive," they admitted. It was exciting to hear those uncommen words after all the years she had mourned him.
  She had with her the first letter he had ever written her, the only one that still remained, and after searching the wall one more time, decided to ask for more information. After all, he had to be gone, they sent her his beret and a letter.
  What happened next was nothing short of amazing, if not a miracle. We went back to ask for help finding his name, thinking we were going back to the same person that had helped us earlier, the one that had given us hope. My mother handed this man the letter and as he read, his face showed much confussion. When he finally raised his head and spoke, he said, "where did you get this letter? This is my letter. This is my hand writting. I am the man who wrote this letter. I am J. C. Fisher."