Learned about Dr. Barka from Dave Riggs, Museum Curator, NPS Yorktown. Not very good about situations like this, very numbing. Should be use to it by now-- I'm just not. My condolences to his family. It is difficult to say good-bye. Always been that way, not sure why... maybe due to inadequate grief counseling in the very early years. Who could ever forget that pipe of his and the tobacco aroma?... A deep, calculating draw as if reaching for a thought, and then grasping it, exhaled with diffused smoke that lingered close by him, waiting to trigger another to begin again. So many questions I wanted to ask him, now unanswered, a few big ones, but mostly small ones such as the status of the west end of the 2nd siege line Yorktown-- what Jerome Greene in "Guns" calls 1B, 2B, 3B-- just west of the old Hampton Road (VA 704). I think Doug Sanford here spoke well that we are his legacy. We best honor him by carrying on his work, regardless of academic credentials or status in life, in whatever way we can, the best we can, formally or not, such as the telling of a story or joke that one remembers him in. I will never forget that day on the second siege line Yorktown Battlefield October 1975 when he drove up, got out with a flat shovel slung over his right shoulder, and proceeded to what I believe the Brits call "muck-in." He showed us where we needed to be digging at that part of the excavation; he showed the way. It is for us to keep that spirit alive, to never forget-- we who remember are lucky to have known Norman Forthun Barka... there will never be another.