May God bless you and your...
Gramps, Balti and I were in our early 20s when we met you in Viet Nam. You were 37. That's why we called you "Gramps", a name that you took to your much deserved rest. We were the Three Amigos. All three of us just happened to be named Ron. We often wondered if that was really a coincidence. No one will ever know how much we depended on each other for that year we served together or the time we were held up while walking down an alley in Chicago's Caprini Green years after we returned from...
Ron Allen
October 28, 2017 | Beaverton, OR