Platoon Sergeant Paul Edward Jackson

My great uncle died in the Vietnam war.  He was my paternal grandmother’s brother.  My father has told stories about him and shared a few memories, and I could always tell that he was special to my Dad.  My name was supposed to be Paul, but I was a girl so my brother named his first son Paul.

When I was 11, we took a trip to the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C. and I remember my Dad just standing there staring at his name.  He touched it with his hand.  It was a moment that I knew I should be silent for.  My Mom took the white paper and made a shaded copy of his name to bring home and we left.

My Mom was playing on google the other day and she found a hit on Paul’s name in a book.

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A bit of closure was found in the pages for my Dad.  We finally know exactly how Platoon Sergeant Paul E. Jackson died serving his country.

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What do you think?