Harry was a former Viet Nam vet who I met in 2000, at the YMCA in Hoboken, NJ. He taught me the difference between a real Vietnam Vet and a wannabe who watches too many Sly Stallone movies. Please be advised that this is NOT for children, since the language is frank and profane. It is ironic that he was found dead in his room over the Memorial Day weekend, 2000. This is sort of an apostrophic, epistlary eulogy that I would have like to have given at his wake.