> October 11th marks the 2nd anniversary of my daughter Kendi's death. A nurse's mistake took her life at the age of 20. The job of this father was to protect her [she was severely handicapped] and I failed. Oh, how I miss her.
 

Some Of The Happiest Days Of My Life


Basic Training in 1978

Basic training wasn't that bad. Really. I arrived on January 20th 1978, and for the next six weeks, it was like nothing else I've ever experienced.

I was the "housemouse," or my flight's version of Radar O'Reilly. I acted as the administrative assistant for the T.I., Sgt. Gannon.


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