*  When I had first arrived in Nam, it was on Operation Meade River.  We got into a firefight and a Marine was killed.  The choppers couldn't get in to medevac the body.   Seven other Marines and myself were new in country so we got the details that others didn't want - this time it was carrying one of our own.  At the time it was raining, and to this day I can still feel the cold, and the ground being so slippery.  We had carried him so long that our arms were about to fall off..  I remember us cussing him for getting killed.  I remember crossing creeks and climbing hills while carrying him.  Finally we were told to set in for the night and I remember us laying his body down, covered with just a poncho because we had no body bags.  Myself and the others got under our own ponchos, but it was raining so hard I was still getting soaked to the bone.  Finally I went to sleep and awoke a few hours later.  I remember waking up and looking over at his body.  His poncho had blown off his head and his eyes were wide open.  I felt so sorry for him that I almost cried.  I remember going over to him and covering his face up and staying awake the rest of the night to make sure the poncho didn't blow off of him again. 


S/F,
"Tex" Evans   
*  Note - This true story is also told as a prelude to the poem "No One was Left Behind".