I often think about all the school friends I had over the years when I was as a kid. Some moved away when we were still in school and later I lost track of many after our high school graduation. Looking back there were some I wish I would have gotten to know a little better.
College was the choice for some and military service for others after graduation. At that period in time the military service was not always a choice but rather a personal invitation from Uncle Sam for some of us.
The sting when getting news of the passing of one from our graduating class of thirty-six is always a reality check. But it is hard too when it is a friend from another class because they all were a part of our life in our small town school. Thoughts of adventures we shared immediately come rushing in when the sad news arrives.
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