Normally I handle things well, but tonight the faces are all coming back to me. I finally broke down tonight. I'm not looking for sympathy, just understanding I guess. The faces of friends who never got to experience life as I have. It's "peanuts" who I yelled at for having his puppy piss on the front fender of my tank and he died two days later bleeding out from a hit to the femoral artery because it was a hot LZ and raining like only it can in Viet Nam. Or "John Wayne" Kane the bravest man I knew. Maybe it was Sar' Hunter a black man and fellow tank commander who I shared many a time the last Camel in the pack and the last swig of warm Falstaff. He died four days from DEROS and all that was left were his boots. Thanks for letting me unburden my soul on this Memorial Day eve. I'm having a real tough time tonight - my wife just came home from surgery and my last Irish Wolfhound is on his last journey. Thanks again for you indulgence and IT'S always the faces which haunt me!!