I was serving with the Ninth Infantry Division in the May Kong Delta in South Vietnam. We were out on mission and I tripped a land mine and the explosion cost the loss of both of my legs above the knee and my left arm. I never lost consciousness when this happened so I knew everything that was going on and with that dock and the sergeant probably wouldn't be here today. I thought about him a lot through the years and wonder how he was doing and what he was doing and whether you know... and done anything other than just sitting in a wheelchair with life. I just want the opportunity to get with dock. First, I want to thank him. Secondly, it was just a part of me that kind of wants to apologize to him for what I put him through that day. And I know it wasn't my fault but that's just something inside of me that I'm sure he's had a vivid memory for a lot of years. For his bad, I was wounded. I can still picture that day but it's going to be there for the rest of my life. It was very restless last night thinking about it all night long. What do I want to say? How do I want to say it? Could I ever thank him enough? If brother... Thank you, thank you. Oh, you're welcome. I was afraid I'd been starting to be feeling like I'm not reliving a lot of experiences. I didn't want to know how I'm not going to react to that. But I would say now, reach out to him. Glad you did. You