Dear Scott,

This web page is dedicated to you.  It’s hard to believe that it will be 29 years this April 22 that we lost you.  I will never forget that Friday morning on April 24, 1970 at 7 am when Mom called me and told me you were killed in action on Wednesday, April 22.  You were only there 5 weeks, “this couldn’t be true”, I kept telling myself through my tears.  I can’t even remember how long I cried.  I was only 20 and you were only 21 years old.  I kept praying they made a mistake.  The next morning on Saturday, I was listening to the 45 you gave me of Simon and Garfunkle, Bridge over Troubled Water, still crying,  I went to check my mail and there was a letter from you dated April 17, 1970.  Apparently it took 6 days for mail to get through.  I still have all your letters you sent me, worn and torn from reading them all these years.   I had to wrap them in clear plastic, I will always treasure them.  I can never forget waiting for your body to be brought back, it took 10 more days.  I guess, I was hoping still they made a mistake, but at the funeral, your casket was opened and at that point, it left no doubt in my mind.  When they did the 21 gun salute at the cemetery, it tore my heart out.  Scotty, not a day goes by that your not in my thoughts.  I try not to remember the pain of losing you, but always remember the fun, crazy, and wild things we did growing up, and wishing, at the same time you were here to do them with me now.