We met in Indy one spring day, In 2002 in early May. We must have looked a scruffy lot, But for 32 years we hadn’t forgot. Each remembered all too well, His baptism into that fiery hell. Thrown all head first into the flame, Viet Nam was Satan’s name. Was it a nasty firefight, Or a single terrifying night? Whether it was one or the other, We became Echo Recon brothers. Now it seemed so far away, As we quietly talked on this spring day. But memories came flooding back, Like a … [Read more...]