So much to say, but I can't seem to find the words. I reckon I'll just settle for my memories.
I will say this, though: One of the greatest honors of my life was being at his deathbed, one hand holding his with my other on his chest as he drew his last breath on this earth. I know in my heart he would've appreciated me helping him leave this life. As hard as it was, it was the very least I could do considering all he'd done for me.
Raise a glass for him tonight, please.
This picture was from his first tour in Vietnam with the Cav, 1965-66.
He was every bit as hard as he looked, too.
A Man Among Men
