I find myself looking back over the past 24 years since I became a Life member Veterans of the Vietnam War, Post 52 and the people I initially met back then and now consider family, my brothers and sisters.
Too often over the past couple of years, I find myself saying goodbye. Or what I prefer to say, "Till we see each other again."
This week another brother left us to go on to a place so much better than what we have here. We know that, yet our hearts break and tears stream down our face.
As I was sitting on my porch the other evening, I received a phone call "I've got some sad news to tell you. Freddy passed away this morning." I sat in silence for a moment as another piece of my heart broke away.
I find myself writing letters to those who have left us. This is my letter to Brother Freddy.
Well, Freddy. I can honestly say that you have left an impact on my life.
All of those years we travelled as a Post to Rolling Thunder in Washington DC. We'd set up camp and have the biggest "kitchen" set up there with you as the main cook. Other campers at Bull Run started calling our large set up the "Walmart" of Bull Run because we had everything anyone could need.
Your one-liners that you would toss out that had me bent over double in laughter. The first time I ever heard you say "Well isn't that just slicker than snot on a doorknob" just about had me peeing my pants! I still chuckle when I think of that.
All those nights sitting around a campfire and just "shooting the shit". Those are some of my most treasured memories.
Oh my goodness, remember the year in DC they wouldn't let the bikes park in the fields we had always parked in and we ended up riding around DC for what seemed like hours trying to find a place to park? We circled around the Capital building so many times!