Like so many in the U.S., my father was a Marine who served his country in Vietnam.  While he was away, he sent letters and reel-to-reel tapes to me, My Mom and my brother letting us in on his adventures, his fears and his never-ending love for us.  Daddy was one of millions of men that ventured down the Ho-Chi-Minh trail, otherwise known as "blood road" for all the blood shed by both sides during the war.

While watching this documentary, I  couldn't help thinking about the fact that our family was one of the lucky ones.  My Dad returned from the war in one piece, but there are so many that were "missing in action".

One of those missing soldiers was Captain Steve Rusch.  His plane was shot down during the war and his family didn't know if he was a P.O.W (prisoner of war), dead or lost somewhere with a mistaken identity.  It would be 30 years later, that a portion of his remains would be found - two teeth.