He started out in the Cavalry in the 30's - went Airborne in WWII. I first met him at Christmas, 1952 - he was home from Korea with a shattered arm. We were sitting at the table at my Great-Grandmother's for dinner, he looked across the table at me - with a glare that was reminiscent of Patton's - and said if I didn't eat my corn, I'd be court martialed. It all went uphill from there. Many great adventures.
"Riamh nár dhruid ó sbairn lann!"
Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)