11-13-2012, 02:03 PM
I'd like to add my thanks to Mountainman for that thought provoking post... it's a strange feeling to think back to those days, and remember those that we left behind. I see five young men from our crew, and when I look at myself in the mirror I see a 74 year old man who outlived his friends by over 51 years. I guess that's one of those life mysteries that you can never figure out. All five were married with children, and I was a single, 22 year old Loadmaster... who by the grace of God was not called home that day. Every October when I return for our annual Air Commando (AF Special Op's) reunion, I drive on base and travel the five streets named after my friends and I'm thankful that I had those 51 years with my wife, three children, and seven grandchildren. As a career "GI" I had three tours in Nam, all marked by the loss of additional friends... but that day back in Febuary, 1962 wll always be foremost in my thoughts.
They will always be "Forever Young..."
Bob H.
M/Sgt. USAF (Ret).
They will always be "Forever Young..."
Bob H.
M/Sgt. USAF (Ret).