|
Remembered Friends
Those I fought alongside and depended upon were a simple, loving
people…the Montagnards. All
they really wanted was to live in peace and without harassment, and just
to be left alone.
We learned to depend on each other more than we knew, and many grew to
be much more than just friends.
So many I saw die in horrible ways, in different places – and, to my now
knowing eyes, they died for nothing.
I was very close to some of those wonderful people who died, and
their loss hurts beyond knowing.
Now, with each passing year, my memory grows dim and I am losing the
memory of these wonderful people, of those who died and those who lived
during my time. I wish I
knew what happened to these wonderful people after I left – these
soldiers. But then again, I'm sure I don't really want to know, because
their outlook was not good.
Every day I try to recall these wonderful people, my Scouts; each day I
turn to the west and try to render them a grateful, meaningful hand
salute of admiration, love and gratitude.
©
|
