Rich Flick was a friendly, funny guy. When I met him he was full of youthful exuberance and excellent at what he put his hands to. He was a quick learner and eager to participate in whatever tasks were going on. He was quick with a joke and often made me laugh out loud.
- If I recall correctly, he was the one who nicknamed me "Uncle B."
- I, and the others in the platoon, called him "Flickster."
- Also, if I recall correctly, he was the guy I was told who barfed on Cloudcroft, New Mexico. Supposedly, he was on a training flight and got air sick, and, rather than barf inside the cabin (a big "no-no") he opted to open the door and let loose over a parking lot in the town.
- He and another guy were party animals for a time when we returned from the Middle East. Like I mentioned above, he was full of youthful exuberance when I knew him. There was no way I could have kept up with the pace those two guys maintained.
- At a bar-b-que held at another of our platoon member's home, he and three other guys tossed me into the pool. I remember it scared my, then, 2-year-old son because he thought they were hurting me. Far from it, though. We all had a good laugh over it. At least the host of the party was kind enough to empty my pockets before they tossed me in so my stuff didn't get ruined.
- He could also be very quiet and contemplative. He was very generous, too.
It was nice to read about the accomplishments he made since the time we served together. I would rather have read them under very different circumstances, though.
He was a good man.
Oh, so sorry to hear about your Army buddy, Richard. This is a very nice remembrance post. I enjoyed reading about your good times together. Take care!
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ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments about my precious little brother Richard. He was loved by many and I am still touched by how many people thought so well of him.
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