There is a slab of granite by the side of the harbour road in Hayle that serves as Rick's monument. I live about 3 miles from there. On his last visit to my house he regaled my son and I with Vietnam tales including telling us how he taught his troops the words of the song he had chosen for the company. It was 'Going Up Camborne Hill coming down'. ( Not quite as silly as it might seem as the world's first steam locomotive went up in reverse ) Oh and you are right. Rick was a Cornishman.