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FENNO: On Veterans Day, remembering an NFL player who sacrificed everything
The wall pulls you in, each step drawing deeper and deeper in the cavern of polished black granite.
Sunday morning sun reflects off each slab at the Vietnam Memorial and, for a moment, makes the 58,195 chiseled names seem to glow.
The name is deeper.
A swirl of wind sends leaves scratching along the path. The sweet smell of late fall mixes with cigarette smoke and wiped-away tears. There is a wreath from West Point’s class of 1956. A map of the Ia Drang Valley. Red, white and blue poppies.
One middle-aged woman stretches upward to make a rubbing of a name.
“He’s from a little town not even on the map,” she says.
A yellow-shirted volunteer reminds the woman to treat the rubbing with hairspray or cooking spray to avoid smears.
Go further, until the wall towers over your head. The trees coated in deep red and yellow and pumpkin orange disappear. The sun is so bright that you can almost see your reflection against the names.
A bunch of wilted red roses rest at the base of panel 8W. So does a white rose wrapped in plastic. Beads of condensation fill the inside. Thirty-eight rows down is James R. Kalsu.
Stand on your toes and you can just run your fingers across the 11 letters of his name.
Men in jean jackets with “Rolling Thunder” emblazoned on the back walk past others wearing hats with the names of long-ago units.
A mortar shell took Bob Kalsu’s life on July 21, 1970, at FSB Ripcord in Thua Thien, Vietnam. The former All-America offensive lineman at the University of Oklahoma played 14 games for the Bills in 1968. A year later, he was in Vietnam with the 101st Airborne.
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