Ron, Donna And Stephen
When I worked in the mail room in 80th Ord Battalion, a job I did not want, but I decided to make the best of it. Within 2 weeks of working there I was told I would be inspected by the Fort Lewis Inspector, this was quite intimidating to me since I was still a private. Bill came in and announced himself as the inspector, and he very cheerfully failed me after throwing all my files in the air. This happened Friday and he told me I had till Monday to fix it. I was so nervous I nervously laughed, then to my surprise he laughed with me and began to explain how to fix all the problems with the mail room files, by Tuesday the problems were fixed and he passed me. He was a rough boss, but a nice person to talk to. Bill eventually gave me the all the Brigade mail rooms to manage, and as you can imagine he had his choice words for me when things weren't squared away. He was always fair and patient with me the slow learner. We became friends and I respected him for the kindness he showed me when I needed someone to talk to. He always gave me good advice and then would say now take care of my mail rooms. When my son was born, my husband and I decided to ask him if he would be his God-father. He was the closest friend we actually knew and trusted. From that time on we considered him closer to me than most of my family. (Since they all lived in Pennsylvania, and my husbands family came from Louisiana).
Its nice to know he's with our Father in heaven, and will never suffer again.