Happiness is finding out that a long-lost friend is not the same name chiseled so carefully on that long dark wall in Washington, DC. He is not the same; he is sore from age, past wounds, broken in spirit from a nation that had forgotten his pain, suffering and loyalty. His strong arms are still strong from wheeling the wheel chair into hard places. His face does not smile because of the daily toil he faces. This battle hardened man cries to hear from a friend from so long ago. He smiles today.