Remembering a Friend

Dick Doble and I grew up together and joined the Navy a week after graduating from Milo High School in 1957. At our swearing-in (in Portland, Maine), we were given our travel orders to attend basic training in Maryland. The officer noted that our service numbers were one digit apart, and since mine was lower, he appointed me to be 'in charge' of our 'group' of two.

After our Navy tour, we attended the University of Maine together. Dick, however dropped out for a semester and was set to return in the fall of 1964 to complete his degree, while I went off to graduate school at the University of Vermont.

Unfortunately, in August of 1964, I got word that he was dead, killed instantly in a car crash near Northeast Harbor on Mount Desert Island, Maine.

A few years ago I arranged to have a marker placed at a Veteran's Memorial Park near the cemetery where he lies. I'll always remember him. Handsome, smart, athletic ... he could have had the world by the tail.