A Kevin Story: I enlisted from the same town, on the same day, to the same unit as Kevin. We had never met until we were receiving our travel orders. It's funny that my first memory of Kevin is the two of us on the bus to the airport from downtown Denver. Two tough Wyoming boys sitting back to back, scared of getting mugged, stabbed, or worse. The lady in the corner counting wallets in her bag didn't help. We had to literally run through St. Louis airport to make our connection. Thinking we would be court-martialed if we missed it.
In basic, Kevin and I pushed and helped each other. Pam and Deb even teamed up to travel out for the family day visit. We were assigned as a “Cohort” unit which kept us together for the next four plus years. After “Desert Storm” as with all units in the Army we all received different assignments. And you lose touch. So you would think that after 20 years seeing Kevin's name in the head lines would just be another sad news story. But when you served with a guy like Kevin, the connection is never really gone.
Pam, we know there are really no words that can comfort you in your loss. But if it's ok, we'll miss him too.