When my grandmother and my mother were still alive, it might have been about 20 years ago now, we visited the travelling wall when it came to town. Among all of those 58,267 names, we found Eddy's. He was my grandmother's youngest child, my mother's baby brother, and he was my uncle only 3 years old when I was born. We stood there awhile, still finding it hard to believe that our Eddy was one of those killed. We noticed three others who were also looking at Eddy's name.