Memories, pressed between the pages of my heart.

 The ID card that gave me access to the Portsmouth Naval Hospital floor occupied by the returned POWs in 1973. Plus, a letter from Dad on the Independence; a letter to him in Hanoi; a letter from him in Hanoi; cigarettes, matches, and toothpaste he brought back; his dog tags; a flag from his car; and a vial of Holy Water Michael brought me from Lourdes. Oh, and Dad giving a toast the first night he came home to Watergate Lane.