Benny was as good as they come!
I was his squad leader during that terrible year of 1967. Benny and I
were standing shoulder-to-shoulder when a sniper mistook him for me, and shot him dead. I'll never know why I'm here, and he's gone. I think of him most every day of my life, and always with
sorrow for a buddy lost, grief for a good young man gone.
I've tried many times to find family members to tell them how things
happened, and how fine a young soldier he was, but without success. I would like very much to hear from his family or friends in Texas.