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I owe a huge debt of gratitude to two helicopter pilots from Fort Lewis (Steve Barnett and Steve Herr) who rescued me and my best friend after we fell off the cliff next to the Steel Bridge in the Olympic National Forest in May of 1985. I've always wished I could find them and personally thank them for risking their lives to save me and my friend.

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I remember telling my First Sergeant how I didn’t like driving the company jeep because it always felt like it was going to turn over. He handed me his car keys and said come on I have to go pickup my dry cleaning. From then on I drove him everywhere on post in his car. He gave me some good pointers about driving and even helped me practice and pass my civilian drivers license test. A Really cool dude! Thanks Top.

My LCDR on staff overseas, picked me up at hospital after major surgery. She drove me home, (145 miles away) carried my bags up 5 stories while I walked like a geriatric. Never saw or heard from her after I got back to CONUS, I pray God blessed her and she had a great life.

I was hard down from a gunshot wound, there was no blood available but somehow an unknown Army nurse kept me going on the trip from Afghanistan to Ramstein. The doctors in Ramstein thought I was done when I landed, but what that nurse did for me brought me back and saved my life. I woke two weeks later and everyone was shocked when I awoke with nearly zero deleterious effects. To that unknown Nurse soldier. Thank You, very much!

We were digging a fox hole one day and sfc James Rice came and took the shovel from me and helped out.. told me don't tell folks to do things you can't or won't do yourself..I still go this to day

When I was stationed on Camp Pendleton back in the 80's, I caught the bus and paid for the ride, the driver told me I needed a transfer and would cost more money. I told him I was broke, he gave me the transfer anyway. I was able to get home to take care of my daughter a little late but I got there due to his kindmess.

My first Shift Leader is a man named John Springer. He was the first black man I had ever worked for, and was one of the most patient and competent medics I have ever worked with or for. John taught me to suture, how to manage difficult people in the Emergency Room where we worked together. After he got out, I took over as the Shift Leader in the same ER.

I kept in touch with John as he became a firefighter and then Paramedic for the Tucson Fire Department. It was fun being on calls with him in those post active duty years, because I became the “professor” teaching EMS at the local community college and he often deferred to me within we worked together.

I have lost contact with John in retirement, as I moved away from Tucson, but he will always be foremost in my mind as the leader I wanted most to emulate.

my medic who saved my life but was killed by doing it. he received the silver star medal