THE WALL OF FACES

Phil, it's me, Doc. All these years and I have not forgotten. I carry the memory of that night deep inside. I have not been to The Wall. Maybe, one day. I'm sorry I lost you. And the rest. I lied to you that night. I told you you were going to make it, that it was going to be all right. I really didn't know, I just had to say something, hope you heard me as I worked on you. When word came back that you didn't make it after we put you n the chopper, it was pretty hard dealing with that. Still is. I miss you guys and whenever I hear a chopper or it rains, I think of you and the rest of Third Herd...Man on man, to just saddle up and move out, one more time, all of us, that would be something, wouldn't it? Rest, brother, rest. Doc Rick.