~ In a world that moves so quickly, I endeavor to offer a place to experience a brief respite, in your daily round. I welcome your comments, and appreciate your visit. ~ Mile buiochas!
~ Siochain De'agus Slainte'!
Ross was my friend. When he walked into a room, his smile lit up the place. He was gentle, and he could be tough. He was planning on becoming a doctor. Yet, when his number was called, he believed it to be his duty to go to war. So, he went to Vietnam. He was a medic. Ross helped many a fellow soldier. While he tended to their wounds, he always had a smile, a kind word, and a silent prayer. Ross loved people. Ross loved life. He was caught in a cross-fire, while trying to get wounded comrades to safety. Ross was blown to bits. He did not know what hit him.That minute, that hour, that day- a light went out. A beacon in that hellish war. Ross was a friend of mine.~Beannaichte'! Alicia