After visiting the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall with my wife in 1991 and being a student of history, I continue my interest online. I was surprised to find that among the fifty-eight-thousand-plus Vietnam veterans memorialized on that cold black granite wall in Washington, D.C., somehow twelve names of people who were still alive were among them. One day shortly after I retired, my wife, Ann, like many wives do, became annoyed at my being under her feet all day and suggested quite emphatically that I go find a hobby. So I did, hence, The Shadow of the Rainbow. Based loosely on historical facts, this is a fictitious story of a “thirteenth” person’s name on the wall that woke up from coma one day to find he still had a chance to follow those dreams that had been so violently snatched from all the others.
