You were my first chopper pilot friend in Nam. Donut Dollies were naturally drawn to chopper pilots because you were our transportation to and from firebases every day and our defenders from mortar attacks at night – unofficially our knights in OD armor. I don’t exactly remember when we first met. What I do remember is that we both played guitars and sang folk songs which allowed us to transcended the unforgiving realities of war in which we lived and be transported to the fantasy of peace for which we dreamed.
Sadly, you were my first friend in Nam who was killed. The day you died I made this entry in my journal. “My little blonde haired friend, Stacy, was killed today. His chopper crashed. I will really miss playing guitars with him.” Such a brief entry for such a treasured friend.
Yours was the first name I found on the Wall. I first went to DC in 1984 and a Donut Dollie I met found your name for me just before I was leaving. That was such a difficult trip. I went alone and truly believed that I did not belong. I was a woman, after all, and a civilian.
The only information I had to help find your name was “Stacy” and the date of your death from my journal. It was only when Linda gave me the information of your panel and line that I discovered that your full name was Michael Leigh Stacy. In Nam, so many were known by their last names or nicknames. For all those years, I had thought that your first name was Stacy.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to write. Every year since ’84 I have come to DC for Veterans' Day and touched your name on the Wall. I have always left a writing at your panel, but the writing has never been about our friendship. Maybe it is only now that I have let out so much of the pain in my writings that I finally have the courage to face the friendship I lost the day you died.
at peace my friend,