Bubba then grabbed a hold of my leg and his eyes got all cloudy and that terrible pink sky seem to drain all the colour in his face. He was trying to say something, and so I bent over real close to hear what it was. But I never could make it out. So I asked the medic, ‘ You hear what he say?’ And the medic say, ‘Home. He said, home.’ Bubba, he died, and that’s all I got to say about that.