His rank was First Class A Number One Tough As Nails. As far as ordering Chic to do anything, I expect nobody ever had to do so. If they did and he didn't think it was right, I expect they got theirs. Matter of fact, in a way, that happened one time with some US MPs and a US colonel but I can't recall the details. In the end, it involved a VERY pissed off US General who was waiting on the dispatch rider... Uncle Chic. Hmmmm... something about giving up his Sten (machine pistol) before he proceeded.

Gosh I wish I had written all those stories down.

I just this minute called to find out when to call to see if I can visit tomorrow. It went to the speaker phone and I heard him ask his wife who it was... he sounded.. you know that sound... drugs. He's in the care of a palliative care doc now (as of Monday) and she took him off morphine and whatever and put hime on a cocktail of methadone and some others. She said not to call before 10AM. That shocked me because he told me on Monday morning he is usually at the breakfast table between 8 and 9 and to call anytime after 8. But, I saw that with my old man... until the dosage is right, that kinda shit can happen.

Sorry to ramble... just venting I guess.

Thanks for listening and thanks for caring about a good hearted man.