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A Good Soldier, a Good Friend, and a Good Brother
This is my brother (on the right) escorting a blind buddy of his onto an Honor Flight on Sunday from Denver to join 160 other veterans to travel to Washington D.C. and visit the war memorials. My brother was in the 173rd Airborne Brigade in Vietnam — tough as nails on the outside — and the epitome of a good, good man on the inside.
Even in the mist of hellish war situations, he still took the time to write his little sister the occasional letter advising her on how to deal with her 1960’s high school teenage drama. Years later I told that story to a CEO client of mine who took down a treasured piece of military memorabilia from his book shelf and gave it to me to honor my brother saying, “If he did that while putting up with what was going on over there, he deserves this more than I do."