 I was serving with the 9th Infantry Division in the Mekong Delta in South Vietnam. We were out on a mission and I tripped a land mine and the explosion costed the loss of both of my legs above the knee and my left arm. I never lost consciousness when this happened, so I knew everything that was going on and without Doc and the Sergeant probably wouldn't be here today. I thought about him a lot through the years. I wonder how he was doing, what he was doing and whether he had done anything other than just sitting in a wheelchair with life. I just want the opportunity to get with Doc. First, I want to thank him. Secondly, it was just a part of me that kind of wants to apologize to him for what I put him through that day. I know it wasn't my fault but that's just something inside of me that I'm sure he's had a vivid memory for a lot of years for as bad as I was wounded. I still pictured that day but that's going to be there for the rest of my life. It was very restless last night, thinking about it all night long. What do I want to say? How do I want to say it? Could I ever thank him enough? Thank you brother. Thank you, thank you. You're welcome. I was afraid I'd be starting breathing like I'm not reliving a lot of those experiences. I'm not going to react to that. But I would say now, reach out to him. Glad you did. Glad I did.