Gordon...

 In the late 80's I met a man who came into my job for medical care.  My first thought was that man has seen God. As our friendship progressed, he told me what happened in Vietnam, all of his tournament and pain. His mother told me that in 20 years plus, no psychiatrist or therapist or 101 program or anyone could get him to talk about his time in Vietnam, until me.  After his death, I told his mom about some of what happened.  Which explained why he kept rope in a tree on their property.   Gordon  was the communicator, he carried the radio.  They were ambushed and all 9 in his unit were killed.  He said he looked up to Heaven, and Jesus came down and looked him in the face.  He threw down his weapons and took Jesus hands and walked out of the ambush.  The next time the "enemy" soldiers saw him they would have nothing but fear on their faces and not touch him.

Perhaps if asked I will share his capture, escape, and death...

Gordon did not have to go over there.  His father was a Colonel in the Navy if memory serves.  He volunteered and said he did come home on leave sometimes.

He was my one true love and I'd like to add paintings inspired by him.  They would consist of a bright turquoise sky with white fluffy clouds to represent his eyes. His parents were Mormons and raised him as such. I said to him once "So, you are a Mormon"?  and he replied, no, my parents are Mormon.   Born in Virginia raised in Bountiful, Utah, (2295 South Carolyn Way in fact) where he is laid to rest in the Military Cemetery.

Rest in Peace dear Gordon...