The price

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.

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