26 Jun 2003 Mike was my brother's best friend when we lived three doors down from his house in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He and my brother used to hang out at Mike's house and listen to music. Mike had a love of music and he played a mean guitar. He came home for his R&R and drove with my brother all the way to Hominy, Oklahoma, where we had moved just to say "Hi" to my mom and be with my brother. His reason for picking a raw cold-weather month to come home to Oklahoma was that it was his little brother's birthday and he didn't want to miss it. His brother was I believe only 4 at a the time. I still see Mike stretched out on our living room floor saying how good it was to be laying anyplace that wasn't wet and where nobody was shooting at him. He had a great sense of humor and always seemed to smile no matter how bad things would get for him. My brother was given Mike's guitar when Mike died and it was as sweet in sound as Mike was as a person. How could such a sweet nice kid like Mike be taken from us? He had so much potential to be anything he wanted to be and he would have contributed to the betterment of the world had he lived. Most of all what Mike wanted from life was just to be was loved and respected for the wonderful, kind, helpful, fun-loving, peaceful man he was. The world was deprived of what the Navajo would have called, rightfully so, "a valuable man". From a neighbor and friend, Melissa Tulsa Ok mprovo@redriverok.com

 

A Note from The Virtual Wall B Troop, 3/4th Cavalry, lost three men on 02 March 1969: 1LT Thomas D. Thompson, Los Angeles, CA SGT Michael D. Hyatt, Tulsa, OK SGT Harold J. Smith, Stillwater, MN

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