Retired Marine keeps promise made in bunker in Vietnam

True buddies.
My dad was a "Doughboy" of WWI, and every Armistice Day (he never called it "Veteran's Day") either he would call his buddy out in Illinois, or his buddy would call him. That went on for about 60 years.
My mother died one November 10th -- not just the birthday of the Corps, but also the day before the ritual call between the two old soldiers.
Dad hastened to call his buddy a day early, to break the bad news. His buddy's grandson answered the phone, and dad asked him if he could speak to his old pal. The grandson said he was sorry, but his grandfather had died. Dad asked when his friend had passed. "This morning", was the answer.
Semper Fi.

As it should be.

The bond between brothers in arms is strong.