John Allen Gosa and I grew up together in a small community in Greenwood, Mississippi called GP. We were fierce competitors—whether battling it out on the football field at the “Park” or pushing each other in Mr. Teague's math class at Threadgill High School. Gosa was more than just a classmate—he was my friend. After graduating high school in June 1967, we enlisted in the Army together, excited to become Computer Technicians. However, after completing Basic Training, we were informed that our Computer Technician training would be delayed until February 1968, forcing us to choose another Military Occupational Specialty (MOS). John Gosa was 18 years old and assigned as a Combat Infantryman, taking on one of the most dangerous and demanding roles on the frontlines of the Vietnam War. Gosa was wounded in battle, his bravery earning him the prestigious Purple Heart Medal. He gave everything for his country, yet the war never truly left him. His life was cut short at the age of 36—most likely due to complications from the injuries he sustained. Though John Gosa left us far too soon, his spirit lives on. He was a father, a friend, and a soldier, and his sacrifice will never be forgotten. He leaves behind a lasting legacy through his children, John Allen Gosa Jr., Genicus Gosa, and Stephanie Gosa; his parents, Mr. and Mrs. L.T. Gosa; his brothers, Bruce Earl Gosa, Roy Gosa, Dwight N. Gosa, and L.T. Gosa; and his sisters, Mary Goldin, Tammy Gosa, Velma Gosa, and Elaine Gosa. On this Memorial Day, I thank God and honor my friend, John Allen Gosa—not just for his service, but for his unwavering courage and kindness. He may be gone, but his spirit and legacy remain, reminding us all of how good God is to us, and of the true cost of freedom and the true meaning of sacrifice. Rest in peace, my friend.