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The key to this is the girl at Kam Li

Vietnam, Desert Storm, Afghanistan. Thirty-four years of service to his country. I was 22 years old and fresh out of West Point. When they dropped me in Vietnam. And if not for you, Bull. Many of the men who are here to help you celebrate tonight. Would not have made it out of those battlefields alive. Myself among them. That is a tribute to your courage, your leadership.

That transcends military honor. You have our love. And our undying loyalty. Welcome home, soldier.

Hear, hear! Go, Bull! Kind words, Congressman. Every one of them is true. Congratulations.

It's my first night of civilian life. Hold on. Been looking for you, Bull. Everything all right? Yeah, it's fine. I'm just finishing up here. Just give me a minute, okay? Aybar, order me another drink. Lt. Col. Bull Carver. Drove down here to attend a retirement dinner in his honor. At some point, he excused himself to make a phone call, and disappeared. Any idea who he was calling? No, I'm still working on it. Who called it in? His daughter. Name was Tess Balken. Married, lives in Yonkers. He was supposed to spend some time with them. He never showed. What do we have from the Army? They've turned it over to CID but they're passing the buck. Why aren't they taking care of their own? I know. Thirty-four years in the service, already they've forgotten about him. There's something you need to see. It's over here. Distinguished Service Medal, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Silver Star. Vietnam Service Medal, Liberation of Kuwait.

Are they in order of importance? No. If they were it would be Silver Star first, then Bronze Star. It appears that they're in chronological order. Maybe the timeline of his career. Then I think I know how his career ends. His service pistol's missing. Figured he'd join us after he got off the phone. That's the last I saw of him. Do you have any idea who he was talking to? At 1:30 in the morning? Lady friend, maybe. Like I said, I hadn't seen the man in 30 years. I don't know a lot about his personal life.

I understand that you were the one that organized the weekend. I called some of the fellas. Things sort of snowballed. How was Bull Saturday night? Like old times. Happy to see everybody. Any idea why he was retiring? Some incident in the Philippines. I don't know the whole story. But I know he was disappointed about the way the Army treated him in the end. Jack. Excuse me for a second. I did a quick rundown of the attendees at the banquet. Most are accounted for, except Congressman Whitehurst. Who left around 10:30 that night.

And a former platoon mate named Wallace Sykes. Who checked out unexpectedly around 6:00 a.m. yesterday morning. He drove back to South Carolina. Let's find out why he left so fast. Okay. I just had a conversation with the bartender. He said that Bull Carver and a buddy.

Got into a shoving match on Saturday night. I understand that you and Lt. Col. Carver. Got into some kind of altercation that night. That was nothing. We had a couple of drinks, we lost our cool. It was nothing.

So how does it feel, Bull, to finally be a free man? It's a great unknown, Aybar. What've you got to worry about? Coast on your big fat officer's pension. Be down in Florida hitting golf balls. How about another round, fellas? On me. Seven and Seven, double shot.

He's doing well.

Sykesie always doubles up. Especially when somebody else is picking up the check. Honest to God, Sykesie, have you ever picked up a bar tab. In your whole miserable life? Lay off, Plesac. Lighten up, Bull. He knows I'm kidding. I said, lay off. Who the hell are you to complain, anyway? You're the one who was always riding his mangy little ass. You know, Plesac, what I'm trying to figure out?

You okay? Yeah.

How somebody like you made it back from the war.

When we lost all those other good men. Good men? Like who, Bull? Tommy Lewis? You son of a bitch. Get your hands off me. That's enough! Damn it, Plesac. What are you doing? I'm all right! Move down. Move! Who's Tommy Lewis? S. Sgt. Tommy Lewis. He was killed at Kam Li. He was the best of them. And that was the end of the fight between you and Bull? Nothing more? I got drunk and stupid, and he put me back in my place. Which he should have. Twenty minutes later, it was over. We're laughing, swapping stories. He was showing me pictures of his grandkids. It was like it never happened.