James Fallin, a good friend for ten years, passed away.

I attended his funeral today. James had a distinguished career in law enforcement. Most of the police in the area were at the funeral. The Sheriff of Lincoln Parish was a speaker.

James was five months younger than me. We hit it off and exchanged war stories. He was always in charge of the ice cream supply at the VFW Post. I tried to keep in his good favor. James and I were on the same Honor Flight to Washington, DC for veterans, escorted by his daughter. James fought in the Battle of the Bulge, the largest battle in history. He had some chilling stories.

James and I had a lot in common. We visited about how much we missed our wives. We both had heard their voices.

I will miss James. A lot.