MickGod bless you Mick,
I cry for you and all of the others who were once young men. I cry for my class mate who I met in 1985. He looked to be 20 years older than I. While I was headed off to college, he was drafted in the Army. At age 19, he was a squad leader trying to figure out how to keep himself and 10 other young men alive in a foreign jungle. On the whole, he succeeded, but I feel he lost himself in the process.
I am glad you found some piece of Mick to happy with.
You and I are children of the same era and I feel a strong brotherhood with you, even more so now. May you continue to find peace and may you continue to cry when you sing these songs, they are worthy of all of our tears.
Roger in Baltimore