In honor of our brother, Davis Allen Jones, and the men of Mike 3/7 who served their country on Hill 25 in the province of Quang Nam, Viet Nam, on November 2, 1967. It is difficult to believe that forty-nine years have passed.
I have recently met some of your friends from hill 25. I now know they loved you; for that I am grateful. Also that you were not alone that night. I still remember our big dream of buying that farm on Rt. 58 and putting up a nightclub and making a fortune!! Also the fond memories of stopping after our paper routes at the Dari Delight for a chocolate milkshake. And prom night - that was a special time. I also remember some very sad times, too. One of my favorite things you said alot was "Don't forget I'm your older brother" and my response was that I could still whip your butt. Good times and sad times. I want to thank Rich for all that he has done for us and being a part of our lives. Also Doc. And, hopefully, we will meet next spring. I know Davis had you two in his heart. We all miss you and love you, 'til we meet again.