IT APPEARED TO BE THE PERFECT DAY TO GO FISHING IN AMERICAN FORK
CANYON, ALTHOUGH HIGH SCHOOL WAS OUT FOR THE SUMMER, THEIR WERE NO
NOISY KIDS SPEEDING UP AND DOWN THAT ROAD. MY BROTHER AND I PICKED
THE IDEAL DAY TO SPEND TIME IN ONE OF GODS BEAUTIFUL CANYONS. WE DECIDED
TO DROWN OUR WORMS AT A PERFECT FISHING HOLE. I LATER THOUGHT IT MAY
NOT HAVE BEEN THE PERFECT PLACE, AS HAL HAD BEEN BEHIND TWO
SEPARATE MOTOR CYCLE KIDS THAT WERE KILLED GOING TOO FAST. WE
KNEW THE PLACE WELL OR SO WE THOUGHT. HAL VENTURED TO THE LEFT AND I TO
THE RIGHT.. I KNEW THE GRAVEL AND SHARP ROCKS WERE A HAZARD TO WALK ON,
BUT I FELT LKE I WAS A TEEN AGER, BUT NOT FOR LONG!. REPEATED FALLS AND
ACCIDENTS WERE LESSONS' I SHOULD HAVE REMEMBERED, BUT NEEDLESS TO SAY,
I DIDN'T THINK CLEARLY AND PRIOR SUBDURAL HEMATOMAS WERE THERE AS A
A TEACHER. ON THE FRONT LINES WITH THE NINTH INFANTRY, HAL WAS KNOWN AS
DOC JONES AND HIS MEDICAL EXPERTISE KICKED IN AND KNEW HE HAD TO STOP MY
BLEEDNG AND HE DID BEFORE HE DROVE TO THE AMERICAN FORK E,R, WHERE DR.
ANDY OLDROYD SEWED MY HEAD BACK TOGETHER, AND MY BROTHER AND
THEY CHATTED ABOUT NOT JUST SAVING OUR SOLDIERS, BUT HAD TO KILL
THE ENEMIES COMING AFTER HIM. THANKS HAL
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