The Letter

Today I got a letter from my brother Billy's old Sarge. Billy died in 1970( I gave an incorrect date of 1969 in a recent posting.) in Vietnam. Some of his buddies have been trying to get in contact with his family for years which brings us up to date. Lee has been in torment about the events of Billy's death for nearly 40 years...he loved him like a brother. It was the most wonderful letter! Lee told some stories of his time with my brother in Vietnam and Billy's personality came shining through. I could see the mischief in his face as I read of his antics. He was a medavac and was responsible for getting the wounded soldiers out of dangerous situations. That's a lot of responsibility for a 19 year old. Billy volunteered to go on the mission just days before he was to be sent " back to the world."
Lee told me of the outpouring of grief from all who knew Billy.
I am very thankful to know that Billy was surrounded by people who cared about him. He died being a good marine, a "hero to hundreds of men who are now grandfathers", and a good friend who saved the life of his buddy! Billy's life was short, but can you imagine anyone doing anything more worthwhile?
Lee says that he feels like he has finally completed a long journey by telling us Billy's story. Lee has my utmost respect and gratitude for reopening old wounds that have never entirely healed just to honor the memory of his fallen friend. He called me his "little sister" and I am proud to accept that title. Please pray for Lee and other soldiers who have had to endure the torture of remembering and accepting the death of comrades.