To my dear friend. I am sorry that I did not communicate with you like real men should. We had lots of fun years in that hot box called El Centro, California. You were my roommate in the barracks and we had fun excursions. You were a dear friend to me. I recall that Mike Embry and I went to Las Vegas and lost our butts off. We ran out of gas because Mike used his last money to by something to eat. So, on the way back, after we ran out of gas, you can all the way to bring us gas. That is what friends do. As for Mike, I should have kicked his behind. But, those are good memories.

Rest well my friend.