mementō morī, be mindful of dying
Al was born a few years before I. With his tour in the Air Force during the heat of the ‘Nam, that put him in my cohort at college. He was at Nakhon Phanom in Thailand, working K-9 security, but I don’t remember him ever having a pet dog. Quite the party animal, himself, though.
He had to take early retirement, major back problems. Despite three pairs of rods in his back it took three times to actually receive disability from the SSA; got the back payments around Yule when his dad died, then he died a few months later – Mardi Gras two years back.
Miss the dude, muy simpático…
Thanx, Al
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