THE WALL OF FACES

Geoff was the first friend that I lost in Vietnam. Our parents were good friends in New York and thus he was a childhood friend. He was the first boy to give me a "kiss" in the third grade -- something we laughed about when we were grown. The last time I saw him was walking across the grounds of the US Naval Academy at Annapolis -- standing straight and tall in his uniform. You lose a piece of your childhood when a friend is taken that early in his life.
You are not forgotten, Geoff. Your sacrifice is remembered and appreciated even today.