Bobby Bates was 19 when he was killed in Vietnam in 1967.
He was a neighbor, an older kid down the street, when I was growing up in Suffern, New York.
I remember him every Memorial Day. His death was a great loss to his family, to our town, and to his generation.
As a wide receiver on the Suffern High football team, he once made a great over-the-shoulder catch of a long downfield pass, and I remember that catch. Bobby was one of those older kids who could be looked up to by younger ones like me. I hope that there are enough like him now to see the world along.