Prayers up, my brother. God bless.
I remember how Doug came over to our house in 1969. After I quit HS and he sat me down at the kitchen table, and we talked for a couple of hours. The next day he took me down to see the Navy recruiter, and I got the forms for the old man to sign, so I could enlist at 17. A few weeks later, I was on my way to boot camp in Great Lakes, IL. Then, some months later, after I finished boot camp and was sent to “A” school, and Doug and Merle were also at Bainbridge, MD. I used to go to the riding stables on my time off, and then went from the stables to their house for dinner. Merle complained about me coming straight from the stables and smelling of horses. :) .... Then, years later when we were both stationed in the Philippines at the same time. Doug was always there for me, as a mentor, and as a friend.