He Returned 55 Years After Vietnam and Whispered, “Someone Made Sure You Never Found Me”—Then He Told Me Who

that?”

“The first letter I sent you after I came home.”

My hands began to shake.

I took it from him.

“Why have you kept it all these years?”

“Because it came back to me.”

I looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“It was returned.”

“Why?”

“Address unknown.”

I stared at the envelope.

“That was my house.”

“I know.”

He pulled out another.

Then another.

Then another.

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