In '68, at the height of Tet, they drafted anyone who even looked human. The bravest human being I ever met was First Sergeant Roy Benevidez. He called me and asked for help in getting a movie deal for a book that had been published based on his life story. He got his Medal of Honor years after the war. It was pinned on him by Ronald Reagan. His C.O was pretty sure he was going to die from the wounds he got in successfully rescuing and evacuating a squad of men who were pinned down. He said that, for him, being brave was not-not being afraid, it was doing his job because he had no options. There was no one else for him to send to get the men out, and he knew they did not have long. So he went
Unlike Roy, I am not exceedingly brave. But, I have always been proud of my byline. And, I remember what First Sgt. Torres said to me fifty something years ago. "It is not the bullet with your name on it you need to fear. It is the one addressed 'To Whom It May Concern.'"