Rotor Slap Lying face down in muddy rice paddy without any dry ground, No way to move as Charlie has us pinned down. Taking fire for over an hour waiting for
On the Death of Another Friend When a voice goes quiet forever, you sometimes expect it to be there still for you to hear. You find yourself listening for it
To The Ones Left Behind To all of you who we left behind Maybe this will ease your mind. All of us to a man Know that you feel sad, just coming home from that