"I knew immediately there'd been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, I guessed he really needed me. So I stayed." With that, the marine turned and exited the hospital. Two days later a message came in from the North Carolina Marine Corps base informing the Brooklyn Red Cross that the real son was on his way to Brooklyn for his father's funeral. It turned out there had been two marines with the same name and similar numbers in the camp. Someone in the personnel office had pulled out the wrong record. But the wrong marine had become the right son at the right time. And he proved, in a very human way, that there are people who care what happens to their fellow men.