In the days of my youth I had the privilege of serving with this country’s elite fighting forces. A day, like any other day, a leisurely stroll in a jungle, a day that turned into a nightmare that reoccurs to this day. A simple hike to a designated point that Intelligence determined to be best for reconnaissance led to two days of hell fire fighting and running for our lives against insurmountable odds. Along a seldom used trial our point man ran across a Bouncing Betty, a buried explosive that ejects upward to about waist level and blows everything and anyone in half.
Behind him was a 2nd Lieutenant, a die hard surfer from
The thirteen of us he left behind because of this one selfless act bear on our left shoulders the symbol of a setting sun across a surf laden beach, his name across the bottom. To my knowledge, I’m the only one of us thirteen left alive. Ask me sometime. I’m happy to roll up a sleeve. God bless
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