John L. Rotundo

You were the best father a girl could ask for. Sure, I was a brat (hence the nickname of Poop that you gave me early on), and we didn't see eye to eye when I was younger, but we sure grew to be the best of friends along the way. I'll miss our games of rummy and war, jamming to "good tunes," eating your ribs, steaks and meatballs, sharing a glass of vino (or 2, or 4...), sharing stories from the latest Readers Digest, your cheesy jokes, the belly laughs we shared complemented with knee slaps,...

I met John thru Roll Call and we ate many lunches together, sharing stories of our time in Vietnam. His illness surprised us but being a graduate of Agent Orange University myself we perhaps shouldn't have been. John was a warrior and is at peace now. Rangers Lead the Way.