|Sgt Robin B Miller 12/5/1949 – 3/9/1969|
My brother, Robin was and is my hero.
Robin was 18 when he enlisted in the Army, and was sent to Viet Nam. The year was 1968. I was just 10.
I have many memories of Robin, most of them involved his working on the farm that we lived near or hunting muskrats in the winter. He loved to be outside and he loved his friends and family.
I remember the day we took him to the Philadelphia Airport. That was the last time I would see him alive.
I looked forward to the letters he sent to my parents on a very regular basis. I actually have the box of them in my room right now. I try to read them, but I don’t get to far before sadness overcomes me. Even 41 years later.
He tried to make a difference while he was in Viet Nam. Sharing treats sent from home with the village children they would encounter. He was a good soul, in a bad bad place.
Robin’s next trip home was in a casket. He was killed on March 9, 1969. I never saw his face again. the casket was closed for his funeral. Our family was never the same again.
Although he had a military funeral and received many medals and honors for his service and his actions on the day that he was killed, most people during that time did not look at the soldiers fighting in Viet Nam to be heroes. They fought in an unpopular war.
Robin did what he was called to do by his country, and for that he was and will always be a hero to me!
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