Fifty-three years ago today a young Viet Cong soldier fired a round from a captured U.S. M-79 grenade launcher. That grenade landed less than six feet away from me, and I still have most of the shrapnel inside me. Occasionally, I wonder what happened to that young soldier who was my enemy. Who was he? Did he survive the war? I hope so. If so, is he still alive, and what has his life been like since? Of course, no one can answer these questions, but occasionally I wonder.