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... mourning ...
Coming up on the second Christmas without Mike Kalua. . .
My heart is still in the season as it arrives, but the hole that is there over Mike's passing is still as big as the day he died. . .
As it should be, I guess... he was a class ahead of me out of training group, and he later made a long-term habit of dragging me around the country with him on each new assignment he thought we'd enjoy serving together for the last half of our careers and even on into civilian life . . .
It won't be too long before I get my final assignment to join him ... (grin)
I miss you Big Mike. . .
Until that time . . . Earl J.
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You know, I don't remember being this forgetful when I was younger.
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