Almost 40 years passed without Dwain Easley and his friends ever mentioning to each other what they had experienced in that Mississippi swamp on October 20, 1977. Now, it seems a bit peculiar to them that they never discussed it again. “We saw each other all the time,” says Easley, a man so seemingly kind and gentle that you wouldn’t think he’d have the temerity to face down the kind of blood and suffering he witnessed the night that Lynyrd Skynyrd band’s plane crashed behind his house. “We’d see each other at church, high school football games, the store but we never talked about it.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why but we never mentioned it again. Never talked about it at all.”Probably because it was too difficult to relive. And why discuss it?