Jerry and I had a very unique childhood. deer hunting on a hot tin roof, fishing for catfish at lake francis with a box of Wheaties. exploring our 76 degree year round cave that every ombre and outlaw used at one point in time. being members of the FFA and 4H, junior rodeo, picking apples, peaches, strawberries, blackberries, planting a 40 acre garden to hauling in 1200 bales of hay in one day than swimming at the creek with the local water moccasins. for extra income we would clean out other farmers chicken house's and resale it back to them to spread in the fields. Jerry drove the tractor and I would operate the hay rake. even thou there was 5 years between us the beauty of growing up on a 340 acre farm there was always something to do but when it was playtime nothing can beat he and i cutting donuts in the field or Jerry riding his buckskin horse and i'm riding my strawberry roan shetland pony. farm life offered a variety of hunting; rabbits, deer, bear, razorbacks / pinewoods and from time to time a sasquatch would roam on to the property, but the best kept secret that created the biggest thrill was the ufo that hovered over us one night when we were fishing.Jerry went off to the navy, then Vietnam when our father pass away unexpectedly Jerry came home, he would enlighten me with stories what to expect when it comes my turn to go to vietnam. one story Jerry shared was "What kept him up all night after working all day". Jerry's construction battalion known as the "Seabee" survived numerous attacks by the vietnam song, but it was the tigers that would stroll into their camp and snatch a sleeping soldier out of their tent and back into the jungle within 2 minutes. Jerry loved living life with no fear and would defend himself from your ignorance in a New York second. I will miss him dearly, Rest in Peace Brother