I REMEMBER IN TUY HOA WHEN OUR TRACK # 29 PULLED ROAD SECURITY AT THE CROSSROADS ALSO WHERE THE VIETNAMESE HELD THEIR DAILY MARKET PLACE. THE ENGINEERS WOULD DO A MINE SWEEP DOWN 6 BRAVO. WE HELD UP VEHICLES UNTILL WE GOT BECAME MY FRIEND EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T KNOW HIS NAME. THIS ONE DAY HE TOLD ME THIS WAS THE LAST TIME I WOULD SEE HIM AS HE ONLY HAD A WEEK OR TWO LEFT IN NAM AND HE WOULD BE SPENDING THE REST OF THE TIME IN BASE CAMP.I WISHED HIM THE BEST AND LET HIM GO AFTER WE WERE TOLD THE ROAD WAS SECURED. HE HIT A MINE WHICH KILLED HIM INSTANTLY AND All THAT WAS LEFT WAS HIS LEGS IN THE DRIVERS SIDE. WHEN WE ARRIVED ON THE SCENE THE DESIEL ENGINE WAS ABOUT A BLOCK AWAY IN THE RICE PADDIE. OUR TRACK WENT UP AND DOWN THAT ROAD SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE BUT IT JUST WASN'T OUR TIME. WHAT REALLY GETS TO ME EVEN TO THIS DAY IS THAT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME Short story year/location: TUY HOA 66