Carlos, I remember you when I was a little girl from your days at AVAC. How you would get yelled at by Uncle Sal and always had those dimples showing, which meant you were always smiling! We have pictures of me in your arms dancing and I'm beaming from ear to ear. You were always a lot of fun. Even when you went to FDNY, you always treated me like your own niece. As I served my tours in the desert, and especially in Iraq in 2003, I took you with me. I never really made it known. Your memory came with me. As time marches on, and our youth fades; yours won't. Neither will that smile. ;0) God bless you and your family.