By Carol Ullo
Saturday, January 25 was my family’s post Christmas gathering. It was also the day of a Quilt of Valor award for my sister’s husband, Allen Bunn. Twenty-five members of my family on my mom’s side sat around the room and listened as I did the reading that I have done over 30 times before. This time, it was different. It was personal.
I knew Allen in high school and remember when he enlisted at 17. I remember learning that he was stationed in Qui Nho’n Vietnam and writing and sending him packages. He served two tours there in Military Intelligence, returned and went on with his life. Four years ago he became my brother-in-law, marrying my widowed older sister.
“This is the best gift I have ever received,” Bunn said, as he wiped away a tear. “I have always felt that it was an honor and a privilege to serve my country.”
I, too, wiped away more than one tear. It was the most poignant ceremony I have every been part of. Now I truly understand how it feels.



