We carry them in our
hearts, souls, minds;
physically buried, but
never left behind
Remembered, cherished
until our own earthly end.
Comrades, brothers,
companions, friends
Death's final embrace
flouted and denied.
Their essences live
within us, deep inside;
while we breathe,
they have not died.

About Author... Thurman P. Woodfork (Woody) spent his Air Force career as a radar repairman in places as disparate as Biloxi, Mississippi; Cut Bank, Montana; Tin City, Alaska; Rosas, Spain and Tay Ninh, Vietnam. In Vietnam, he was assigned to Detachment 7 of the 619th Tactical Control Squadron, a Forward Air Command Post located on Trai Trang Sup. Trang Sup was an Army Special Forces camp situated about fifty miles northwest of Saigon in Tay Ninh province, close to the Cambodian border. After Vietnam, Woody remained in the Air Force for nine more years.

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