I remember spending Thanksgiving flying to forward bases and fire bases delivering hot meals in mermite cans, I remember the faces of each of the GI's that unloaded us, they were filled with gratitude and I felt so shitty flying back to a nice warm hootch and a hot meal. But at least I did spend some time helping my brothers in the field. The grunt...I admired the hell out of him but wouldn't have changed places for a million dollars. God Bless Dave and George and all my 11B brothers.