I finally been able to find out if he is dead or alive. I have thought about that day almost every week.
And talked about him plenty, here and everywhere. I didn't have a full name. Just his first name , location that day and his face. I remembered by face, eyes and voice.
It took years to actually find who he was. Years of asking the wrong and the right people for information and favors. More than a decade..
And I was right. He is gone. He died during service. The soldier who stood between me and his friends to hide me from them.
Today I was told he died a year after that event, in battle.
And he has one brother left alive.
I am going to try and meet him to tell him my story.