Two days after our wedding, my husband returned to Vietnam and vanished – 56 years later, I received flowers with a note: “Darling, you won’t believe why I had to disappear”

I remember the sound of the train.

I remember watching him through the window until I could no longer tell which face was his.

I did not know that was the last time I would ever see my husband alive.

A few weeks later, Warren’s unit came under heavy fire.

The information arrived in pieces.

There had been an attack.

Several men had been killed.

Others were missing.

Warren was one of them.

For months, I jumped every time the phone rang.