who saw my name in a Hill 4-11 newsletter. His daughter did a search for him since he is as computer savvy as I am and she found my number. We talked for two hours and, amazingly, our 54 year-old memories matched almost exactly with few exceptions. He says we loaded a ton of rice we found hidden by the VC into Huey choppers and I still think it was on a single Chinook. He has photos of napalm being dropped so close to us that we could feel the heat and so do I. (What were we thinking to get out cameras). We both rode armored vehicles across a ditch filled with explosives that didn't explode until the 3rd one was above it killing several guys. He said he was getting on that 3rd one when he was told they already had too many on it and he had to move to another one ( lucky move). We both bowled in a Marine bowling alley in Da Nang when we couldn't get a space-available spot on a plane for a week leave out of the country (at different times). Shared experiences with the druggie who put us in bad spots before he was put on a chopper for punishment and his jumping out to commit suicide (yelling Geronimo!). Tons of memories that we both described as being "like it happened yesterday". Talked until his cell phone battery died... tough on sleep time though as I relived much of what we talked about and didn't wake up until 9:00 when I am usually awake by 6:00.