RIP Old Friend........
"You know," recalls Strong, "I loved him. Long after his wife and children forget him, I'll remember him."[/quote]But it hurt me bad when they got Joe. Joe was an all right guy from Georgia. I don't know his last name
He talked with that "ol' dude" accent. I you were to see him the first time, you would just say that's a
redneck, ride-runnin' cracker. But he was the nicest guy in the world. We used to pitch our tents together. I would give him food.
he would share his water. And food and water was more valuable then than paper money. And when we had
an opportunity to stand down, he would get sort of drunk an ego around the brothers and say, "Hi there,
brother man." The others would automatically take offense, but I always told them Jose was all right. His
accent was just personal.
I remember one night I put my little transistor radio on my pack. We listened to music with the earphones, and
he talked about his wife and kids back home on the farm in Georgia. He said he would be glad to see his wife.
The next day he was walking point. I was walking the third man behind him when he hit a booby trap. I
think it was a 104 round. It blew him up in the air about 8 feet. He came down, and about an inch of flex
was holding his leg to his body. He rested on his buttocks, and his arms were behind him. He was moaning
and crying in agony and pain and stuff. What really got to his mind is when he rose himself up and saw is leg
blown completely off except that inch. He said, "Oh, no, not my legs." I really distinctly remember the look on
his face. Then he sort of went into semiconsciousness. He died on the way to the hospital