There was a time . . .

[Gerald Lively]

A long time ago, 1959, in a jungle on the edge of a plateau, in a secret war, in the Army with no qualifications for combat, doing a job usually worked inside a building, on loan to an intelligence agency, in a squad of nine, we hunted.  Until we found them.  We counted. We identified and we tried to slip away unnoticed. Sometimes we did get away, twice we did not.  We killed people before they killed us.   We slept on the ground, ate from a bag and we listened. I listened on a radio, I managed the codes, I sent the messages, I located the enemy. My friend did the same work for his squad. 
Friends for life. 
Talked to him last week.
He died yesterday morning.
He died.
He died in bed.
He just slipped away.

gl
" . . . that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."

[Rerun]

Powerful...

I have no other word.

         May he rest in peace.  May you find comfort in your memories.

[galvo]

"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
 Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
 At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
 We will remember them."


Lest We Forget!

[Jean]

Sorry for you loss Gerald.

[cariad]

I'm so sorry, Gerald. It sounds like you two had a rare and wonderful connection.

[willowtreewren]

 

I am sorry for your loss. He will live on in your memory.

Aleta

[Charlie B53]

Brothers in Arms.

A bond that most people will never know.

Remember him well.

Be proud of your team's accomplishments, even though they cannot be published, you know you did your job.

Thank you!