Then one day he went home, and fifteen years passed before we met by accident last winter at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington. For months we were seldom more than three feet apart. He was nineteen then-my wonderfully skilled and maddeningly insubordinate radio operator. I last saw Hiers in a rice paddy in Vietnam. You can read every story we've ever published on Esquire Classic. The story originally ran in the November 1984 issue.
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