B Company 1967
We lost Curtis to a hand grenade, on a cold windy night on a very steep mountain side in Kon Tum. He would have turned 20 just fifteen days later. I have never seen so many people work so hard to save a fellow trooper, but his wounds were just too much for our medics to handle in the field. Curtis was a true “Southern Gentleman” a big handsome guy, very soft spoken, and quick to smile. I don’t think I ever heard him use a curse word, in the time I knew him. Curtis passed on with friends around him, in a tight circle, encouraging him to stay with us, but he talked only of going home and in the end, I believe that’s what he did.