In March of 1966 on a hillside west of Danang Vietnam in heavy jungle a patrol from the 3rd Reconnaissance battalion sat and rested for a few minutes.Thomas Conner turned and smiled at me and then he was gone. I was the last person he saw before he died and I have never forgotten that smile from that 18 year old kid.He had only been on a few patrols and seemed so young,even though he was only a couple of years younger than me.I am sure there are many who remember someone the same way I remember Conners.
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