I read about this man in John Plaster’s book about SOG. If even half of what is in there is true (and I strongly suspect that it all is), this man died of the rest of his body being unable to support his massive brass testicles any longer.
Very high-powered soldier. Rest in peace.
I can attest that parts of it are true and have it on good authority that the rest is as well.
They used to sing a song up at Kontum when someone didn't come back. We need to sing it now:
I had a dog, and his name was Blue,
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too,
Here Blue, you good dog you.
He was a good dog.