[Skytrooper]

My hardest day of the year. It is both a mentally and emotionally difficult day. I remember all my friends, buddies, and assorted comrades that perished. These were people that I laughed , joked, and Goofed around with. The stories I could tell of our antics would be priceless. Instead, I put on a show of being ok, while fighting back the sadness. Later in the evening, after my wife has gone to bed, I repeat my annual process of saluting my fallen pals with a bottle of Port and speaking each of their names. I weep without shame. I will never forget them. It is a tough day.