I got an email from my son overseas earlier today, asking for coffee and a chess set. At the end of it, he added this request.
Just a thought – if something does happen to me, god forbid, don’t let them do all that pomp and ceremony that they want to do. I don’t want a military funeral. Just cremate me and sprinkle my ashes in some gunpowder and bring some friends of mine to burn through the ammo.
I can do that, if it comes down to it. He and I had some fine times at the range together, and it would make as much sense as anything, which in that event would be no sense at all. So I gave him my word. I just don’t ever want to have to keep it.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.