This the man who survived Khe Sanh, my father the Marine corpsman, the savior of God knows how many lives despite his wounds.
This the man who, back in the states came close to dying by the bottle, recovered and started saving others.
This the man who hoisted his first car atop a pole and served thousands of meals, sometimes without charge.
This the man who never stood by watching without rolling up his sleeves to help where he could, never shirking.
This the man lying blue and gasping for breath, refusing the respirator so another’s life might be saved.
