There are times when it's difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that you've been gone for so long. In hindsight, those days are almost surreal to me. It seems like yesterday that we were 19-year old Marines who had a chance encounter just hours before you were killed. You are eternally 19, and I'm growing old. (I'm not complaining because God has blessed my life beyond belief.) It's ironic that our brief conversation turned into a life changing event for me. Not sure why, but the impact was profound. Our conversation haunted me for years. I could remember the trivial things we talked about on the afternoon of September 15, 1968, but I couldn't (and still can't) remember your face. After meeting with your brother, John, I've come to peace with that. It's important to me that you know you haven't been forgotten. Regardless of how brief our meeting was 54 years ago today, you made a life-long impression on a 19-year old kid from Buffalo Grove, IL. You are remembered . . . I promise. Semper Fi
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I am so thankful for our reunion in Detroit where we were together again to Remember and Honor our fallen Brothers. Margo and the entire DMZ operation will forever be a part of me. Thank you all for your brotherhood as we served together through some very dark days. May God Bless you all!
Happy you are still here Steve. Some memories from Nam are clear, but none more so than Margo. Think of you every time I break out the iron. Thankful that I had a chance to meet you in Detroit and hear your story. Take care.
Semper Fi Brother