Just last Thursday, the day before his passing, several veteran friends gathered at his home to fish and enjoy a fish fry, like we have often done for the past several years. Terry came out for a short while and we talked of pleasant things. Got to see him briefly at the Kokomo reunion. He was a trooper, and I along with his other Vietnam Veteran brothers, will miss him.

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I was so proud to meet "Foxhole" after finding my brother Johnny's "Bravo Company". What a sweet guy. Wife Juliana was a wonderful caregiver to him. I was pleased to be a part of a wonderful celebration (Vietnam Veteran's Reunion) a few years ago. God Bless you and Keep You, my friend. Have a great time in heaven with Johnny! Love, Sharon "Lockhorst" Block.

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rest in peace old freind to many good memories to list Barry

My first recollections of Terry "Foxhole" Loyd were as a green as grass "Newbie" Rifleman who was assigned to the first Platoon of Bravo Company 2nd of the First Infantry, 196th Light Infantry Brigade during the Hot summer of 1969. He fit right in with us "Oldtimers" who had 6 months or more combat experience under our belts at that time. There is an old saying that goes:"it isn't so much the size of the dog in the fight, as the size of the fight in the dog!" And if you know him, you can attest to the SIZE of the fight in Terry. Our company had been put peace-meal into another Battalions Area. And had suffered losses over the first several days of battle there. I rejoined the company the evening of the second day... and it was obvious that the morale & eagerness to continue to face a well entrenched, well supplied, and determined North Vietnamese Army unit was waning. The next day I was told I would be leading the point squad in what was left of our rifle company back up hill #123. We were able to reach the pocket along the hillside which was the furthest position of progress from the two previous days fighting. At that point it was clear that each enemy fighting position would have to be silenced with Hand-grenades one at a time. I was ready to carry the grenades, but needed someone to accompany me, and carry my rifle. There was only one soldier who was ready to move out with me that morning. Yes, it was the "Newbie" Terry "Foxhole Loyd. It got dicey about half way through, spotting trouble, I bolted away from one occupied spider hole, to grab what I thought was "MY rifle from Terry's LEFT hand. And if you know Terry, you know he is LEFT handed. I yanked on the M-16, and Terry would not let it go! We spun around like a Two-man Top, until we fell over backwards together. Fortunately, the grenade exploded in the hole, and we were not the sitting ducks we appeared to be at that time... Long story even longer, we captured the Hill that same day. From that day to this, I have never questioned the SIZE of the fight in Terry. Or the size of his heart felt feelings for me, which have been mutual between us Two Brothers in Arms! That is why it was so painful to learn, that what the VC and NVA had tried to do to Terry all those years ago, occurred this past Friday. Terry now lives on in my heart... Former Staff Sargeant Gerry "Bo" Borysiak Bravo Company 2/1 Infantry RVN 1969-70