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	<title>Comments on: Capturing the Embassy Sapper</title>
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		<title>By: Mike Virgintino</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mike Virgintino</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 15:12:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you, Don, for this article and for remembering Marcello Lofaro. I met Marcy only briefly for about six weeks one summer. Back in 1962, I was five years old. I knew him only as “Mr. Marcy,” as we were instructed to call him as one of our counselors at our parish summer day camp in The Bronx.

Every time I hear about Vietnam, I think of him. Around 1968, we were asked to pray at Mass for him for several months. He was MIA. Then, we heard that they recovered his body. I recalled that he had been a military photographer.

I didn&#039;t know much more than his first name - and I knew him as \Marcy\ and not \Marcello\ - and the little bit I already mentioned. I posted an inquiry on our grammar school Facebook page earlier this month, and several guys closer in age to him provided me with information and photos. One of them included a link to your article. 

Though I knew Mr. Marcy so briefly, he touched me forever. I am glad for the opportunity to read your story and to learn a bit more about him. 

Best wishes to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you, Don, for this article and for remembering Marcello Lofaro. I met Marcy only briefly for about six weeks one summer. Back in 1962, I was five years old. I knew him only as “Mr. Marcy,” as we were instructed to call him as one of our counselors at our parish summer day camp in The Bronx.</p>
<p>Every time I hear about Vietnam, I think of him. Around 1968, we were asked to pray at Mass for him for several months. He was MIA. Then, we heard that they recovered his body. I recalled that he had been a military photographer.</p>
<p>I didn&#039;t know much more than his first name &#8211; and I knew him as \Marcy\ and not \Marcello\ &#8211; and the little bit I already mentioned. I posted an inquiry on our grammar school Facebook page earlier this month, and several guys closer in age to him provided me with information and photos. One of them included a link to your article. </p>
<p>Though I knew Mr. Marcy so briefly, he touched me forever. I am glad for the opportunity to read your story and to learn a bit more about him. </p>
<p>Best wishes to you.</p>
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		<title>By: mike Dedrick</title>
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		<dc:creator>mike Dedrick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2012 20:25:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was an army interrogator-linguist 96C2L80 in Vietnam during Tet 1968. I did a lot of interrogations on VC/NVA pos and chieu-hois. One of the most memorable was the captured VC sapper in the picture. Many of the interviews were just that-short question sessions toget  basic information. The officer who assigned this pow to me did not bother to tell me who he was (he knew-it was a pretty big deal at the time), and I handed in a very short report that did notspecify the American Embassy. When the officer jacked me up[ about this I asked why didn&#039;t he bother telling me. I had to bo back and look up the Vietnamese word for &quot;embassy&quot;. and redo a longer report. I spoke Vietnamese, but embassy was not a word I commonly used. I remember it still: dai su My.
Mike Dedrick</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was an army interrogator-linguist 96C2L80 in Vietnam during Tet 1968. I did a lot of interrogations on VC/NVA pos and chieu-hois. One of the most memorable was the captured VC sapper in the picture. Many of the interviews were just that-short question sessions toget  basic information. The officer who assigned this pow to me did not bother to tell me who he was (he knew-it was a pretty big deal at the time), and I handed in a very short report that did notspecify the American Embassy. When the officer jacked me up[ about this I asked why didn&#039;t he bother telling me. I had to bo back and look up the Vietnamese word for &#034;embassy&#034;. and redo a longer report. I spoke Vietnamese, but embassy was not a word I commonly used. I remember it still: dai su My.<br />
Mike Dedrick</p>
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		<title>By: D. Deuke</title>
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		<dc:creator>D. Deuke</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:38:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It strikes me how young we were; how innocent, even naive, until the moment that someone we love is killed by the realities of war. I hated that place; I hated those moments, but I understand the compulsion of trying to get that perfect picture or that heart rending story - and yet it never matches those moments that exclaim how short life&#039;s moments can be.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It strikes me how young we were; how innocent, even naive, until the moment that someone we love is killed by the realities of war. I hated that place; I hated those moments, but I understand the compulsion of trying to get that perfect picture or that heart rending story &#8211; and yet it never matches those moments that exclaim how short life&#039;s moments can be.</p>
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