I had got my bracelet when I was 15. Never took it off. Then he came home from Viet Nam, I took it off, laid it on the diningroom table and when on my mary way.
It's now 31 years later. My mother calls me. We're chatting and then she says "Do you remember that POW bracelet that you used to wear all the time?" I had to think and then all at once it came back.
"Oh yeah, I remember that"
"Well, I had found it last week. Up in the attic, in a box. Do you want it?"
Do I want it? That's part of my childhood. All I said to my mother was "I sure do"
So, I'm going up there next month and me and POW bracelet will be reunited.
And I'm glad.