For the first ten years or so after Vietnam, Richard woke up every morning and he saw a black man sitting in the corner.  He never told me about it until a few years ago.  We talked about who this man might have been.  He worked along side many black men in  the jungle.  One was Jonesy.  Jonesy's job was to carry the ammunition for Richard who was carrying the big gun.  Jonesy told Richard that he would never leave him hanging.  He would always be there with the ammo.  On May 5, 1969, their company was attacked.  Almost everyone was killed or wounded.  Jonesy died right in front of Richard.   This was the same night Richard performed a tracheotomy on a soldier he called Warnie.  After Richard retired and was medicated for PTSD, he spent a few months going over in his mind that night.  We looked for Warnie to find out if he made it back to the US.  With some of our research, we found an article that listed people on the Vietnam Memorial wall. It was website that showed pictures of the soldiers KIA.  We did not find Warnie and have not to this day, but a picture of Private Jones came up on the screen.  Richard, my strong, brave husband looked at the picture and broke down in tears.  They were not the kind that roll down cheeks and can be muffled.  He sobbed and his shoulder shook.  He told me later that he felt like the night it happened all over again.  They did not have time to grieve.  They just went back to fighting the very next day..  He said that Jonsey promised never to leave him hanging.  I wonder if Jonesy was the black man in the corner of our bedroom in the wee hours of the morning for all of those years.....??