Conversations with an old friend

There is a friend I have know since 1965 when we were in Vietnam together. After my first tour we lost track of each other until I had completed my second tour and we ran into each other at Ft. Sill while at the Advanced Course. It was still a time in the Army when you could go hang out at the Officers Club without having this PC drinking thing hanging over your head. You just acted responsibly. His career was at a crossroad and so was his marriage. Religion and convention of the time really did not favor divorce so he stayed in what was a very tense situation. I have recently come back into contact since he is dying and wants to talk about how life was and how it overwhelmed him.
It seems that when he was on a tour as an advisor to the South Vietnamese and posted on the middle of what was called the Iron Triangle his wife and another family member decided to protest the war and gave his name to an organization that in turn gave his name to the North Vietnamese. They found where he was and spoke to him through Hanoi Hanna telling him his wife wanted him to come home and quit killing the innocent. Then the harassment began...whenever he left his camp...At this point he tired and promised after some rest we would resume. I can't stay here and wait. I thought of all that I had to do...but something inside said do what is most important. We will continue our conversation.