Gerry and I spent most of our West Point lives as roommates. It’s funny how that worked out, as it never was our long term plan. Along the way, I introduced him to his wife, Donna when she came to visit West Point for a weekend with my sister. They hit it off from day one at which time I knew there would be no one else for him. After graduation, we both went to the Fort Sill Field Artillery School together and even wound up in the same Artillery Battalion in Ansbach, Germany. Gerry was a big part of my life. He did like to hunt. I remember he would talk about his attempts to hunt turkeys. As I recall, he never mentioned bringing any home, but often spoke of his frustration on those particular hunts. Because of this, I think of him often, as we have a home where there are families of turkeys that will walk within a few feet of our windows.
I know Gerry as a devoted husband, father and grandfather, as well as a proud veteran. He will be greatly missed.
Monday June 27, 2016 at 1:36 pm