November, 1968..
we celebrated Thanksgiving off the coast of N Viet Nam; holiday dinner on the fantail, turkey, yams, cranberry sauce, all the fixin's, brought in by helo from the aircraft carriers. Pumpkin pie for dessert.
I'm eating mine off a paper plate when my buddy points his plastic fork towards the beach and says, "Just think, Charlie's out there squatting on his haunches in the dark, scarfing down a bowl of cold rice."
There's a lot of people out there, dead, alive, and yet to be born, who never got their share.