A Hazy Yellow Feeling

I had an uncle named Tom. An aunt named Robbie. Four cousins I never really got to know. In 1972, they were killed when a bomb destroyed a passenger jet over Vietnam. 

When I tell people this, they half don't believe me.  I suppose that's fine.  Our family just kind of grew up with it.

A Hazy Yellow Feeling is their story. And ours. For what it's worth.