I'll miss you Bobby and that big grin and booming voice calling out across a parking lot or the parade field at Ft. Devens. We served together in a US Army Reserve unit in the early 1970's and kept bumping into each other on and off for the next 30 or so years. I always thought of you as a friend and looked forward to our conversations that would pick up where we had left off, years earlier. See you at Fiddlers Green, my friend.