EPILOGUE
31 AUGUST 1970
With great dignity and military bearing Command Sergeant Major Zarnochuk mounted the stairs, marched to the center of the stage and halted. He executed a precise right-face and took two steps forward. In his hand he held a single sheet of paper. He glanced down at the paper, then called out, “Captain Matthew R. Kalemba.”
“Here,” a voice sounded from the bleachers.
The sergeant major paused. In a semicircle before him on the stage there were twenty-nine M-16 rifles with bayonets affixed. The muzzles were turned down, the bayonets stuck into the plywood. Atop each weapon was a helmet and in front of each, a pair of jungle boots. Someone had taken the time to spit-shine the boots.
“Captain Thomas M. Lopez,” Zarnochuk called.
“Here,” another voice answered.
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