Tom, one of the guys there was A/2/7 Ia Drang '65. X-ray and Albany.

His legs were shot (or fragged) to hell in the opening round at Albany, so he dragged himself to a tree, sat up against it and passed out.

He came to when the NVA came thru shooting the American wounded all around him, and one of the "noble foes" that our lefties love to kiss put a neffing pistol in his face and flat shot him in the eye, the bullet exiting the back of his head.

He lived. Today he's a lovely, mild-mannered guy dealing with demons we cannot begin to imagine, who simply wants to pass the rest of his way unmolested. What a lucky guy. And what lucky guys we are, come to think of it.

Bob