Wisps of flames are still glimpsed in his eyes... leftovers from fires that blazed a time long ago... and sadness...such sadness these eyes do show A long ago time; not yet forgotten...and never to be... screams of pain and voices calling out…desperately... "Medic...Oh, my God...Medic...hurry...hurry..." He had hurried as fast as he could... a braver man had never stood... but now the memories are so very tough... because sometimes fast...was not fast enough...