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Rick died in 1975 at the age of 25. He was my brother in arms: a good man, and a good soldier.
We had many good times, as only young soldiers in a foreign land can have good times.
Some stories must remain untold (sobering up in a German Funeral Home for one).
I think of Rick often, and his memory always brings a smile to my face.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.