Today is the birthday of my oldest brother. He has been gone for ten years. He finished Clemson in 1942, got his commission, and left a few months later for the South Pacific. He was wounded on Saipan and again on Okinawa. Except for short stays on Hospital Ships and a three week R&R stay in Honolulu he never left his unit for over three years. He carried shrapnel in his arm and body along the scars of war for the rest of his life.. He got his Doctrate at Iowa State after the war and was hired by the University of Florida where he taught and did research for 38 years. He taught all five of his younger siblings to study hard, to work hard, and how to do the right thing. He was an inspiration to me as the youngest of his siblings. He was a stalwart member of the greatest generation. I miss him.