He had been declining over the last few months and suddenly went down hill very fast. I was on my way out to see him and my brother called saying that he let go. We did manage to get the whole family there yesterday on Christmas and everybody talked and loved on him, so that worked out wonderfully. He was born in 1925. He was to be 93 in Feb. Raised through the depression. One of the hardest working men I ever knew, and a great provider. Tough as rock on the outside, but all jelly when you broke through. An honored member of the 101st Airborne division, 82nd battalion. He served in the Army for 20 years through WWII, Korean, and Viet Nam wars. A paratrooper, engineer and communications specialist. He married 3 times. Said he fought more with them than the 3 wars. I'm sad that I wasn't able to get him in the plane with me and take off down the runway he left for Viet Nam on. But, he knows I made Pilot, and he told me a few stories a while back about jumping out of old Cubs and stuff. I'm gonna miss him.....even though he worked my tail off.