Fifty years ago, my 21-year-old uncle died in the jungles of Vietnam. Originally published at coachnobody.com on May 26, 2014 under the title "Memorial Day: Sacrifices Never Fade." The title change in this repost is not an error, nor is it an act of disrespect. We're getting older. We're losing witnesses to the moment. The inevitable truth of history is that it doesn't begin as history. It begins as life, then becomes personal memories. It always becomes history, however. Always.