1968, Butterworth, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, I'm a 10yo army brat (RAF) watching army trucks drive by from the front lawn. Everyone else is outside watching too. The tucks contained bodies of fallen soldiers. I did not think much about this then. My best friend was Daniel Dyer, son of Bri. Gen. Dyer. I didn't think much about this then. Life went on. Leaving home at 16, and the military was th farthest thought from my mind. 1990 I had an inclination to join and for many reasons but, it was too late. I continue today as a professional in Law/Security and found studying Military History to be very rewarding. Sometimes regreting not joining. My other best friend joined the USMC and I miss him so. I always wonder how Daniel is and hope to find him one day. What saddens me the most now is remembering all the trucks that drove by. All the loss of lives, the suffering and today, the disrespect of the people towards the military. Lest they forget why they live in Freedom. I salute and support the fallen, the enlisted, to all forces.

David JSL
Toronto, Canada