Six, there wasn't anything you could have done for the rest of the platoon, you were strong because of your girl that you called nine, and wrote letters to every moment you had, and you told us that you were going to be by her side and nothing would stop you. You held true to your wor. You made back to your girl Nine, not because you were lucky, because you had something to fight for. Boy, I remeber the time you saved me from the POW camp you came into that armed only with a stakeout and a RPG and you began ragin, you took out every single solitary enemy soldier there, and remeber me asking why did you come back, and you said "Look here ace, I was about to be on the evac ride out of here, and you were the planned pilot for the bird, but they said we couldn't be evac out untill another bird came in, and that could have taking months, and Ace I don't have months, I have seconds, because every second I'm away from Jenny, I die." it was the first time you had ever use your girl's real name, and I understood how important it was to you. Seven got nothin on you. So face your fear of seven, like you faced the down pore of the enemy mortars, with passion for broccili.