George Herion
Dave and I were dove hunting in September of ‘69 when a few ducks set their wings dropped into a nearby pond. A tad bit early for duck season, that it was. We looked at each other, and Dave said, “let’s get them. What can the game wardens do to us? Send us to Vietnam?” Shortly thereafter we were both in Vietnam.
Makes me smile just thinking of that moment in time. You were a great friend Dave Neils. God Bless. George Herion.

