Something made me think of you…the pain of remembering…the tears found their way

You were a wonderful man, officer, and friend

No one could foresee what would happen that day

Those on the next ridgeline had gunships firing support

Up the ridgeline and around they went, up the ridgeline and around

Over and over

Rainforest ridgelines look all the same…the pilot got confused, they say, and strafed our ridgeline

You were hit...I saw you grab your chest in pain

I ran to you and tried to help…and put my ear to your lips to hear the words you tried to speak

You grabbed my fatigue jacket as you died

They had to pry your fingers loose …they gripped so hard

They put you on a makeshift stretcher…it fell apart as they tried to lift you into the chopper

Your body fell to the ground that terrible day as if you were trying to stay in that bloody place

Be happy in the peace you found my friend, and save me a place…maybe one day I can find mine…