I read his final post and realized that he did quite a bit of thinking before he went to Iraq. This is probably much more than would have gone through my mind on the way over there. He always was a thinker, whether he had a doctorate or not (he didn’t, by the way, but no one could tell). Andy recited every crewmember on every Apollo mission one time in the middle of the desert. He was very well read and seemed to know something about anything that entered into conversation. I always admired that about him.
Andy was left-handed.
He had a pretty dry sense of humor, as he himself admitted. I remember one time, though, Andy, Scott, and I were in a van in the field and Scott (then Andy's driver) said something he probably shouldn't have (probably about the Red Sox). I suggested to CPT Olmsted that Scott do pushups with his feet on a very high table. He took my suggestion, and Scott probably remembers this too.
He was very biased toward Coca-Cola.
I served as Andy's driver for about the last year of his command of Headquarters and Headquarters Company, 1/68 Armor Battalion, 4th Infantry Division at Fort Carson. I hated most of my time in the Army, but what time I enjoyed was that I spent in the company of the more intellectual members. Andy was one, if not the most intellectual I ever encountered during that time.
He signed my leave so I could go get married, in spite of my failing the last PT test.
He had great integrity. In the middle of the National Training Center, when no one else was around, the two of us sat in full MOPP-4 for about an hour because it was part of the simulation. Take into account it was the warmer part of the year, in the Mojave desert, wearing up to three layers of clothing that covers the entire body including the face, and no one else was looking. We were even inside a vehicle and there we were, covered head-to-toe and sweating like we've never sweated before. He did it because it was the right thing to do; because it was necessary for training as a soldier. I did it because he told me to.
The last time I saw him, he was just out of Active Duty and working as a car salesman. This happened to be at the same place I worked right out of the Army, too (though I bet he lasted much longer than I did). We met for coffee that night, and I remember him explicitly mentioning that he’d started blogging. He seemed like it was a big thing, and I never imagined he’d enjoy it that much.
Thoughts come to me today as I read the stories about him and the comments from family members, friends, fellow soldiers, and readers worldwide, but I can't really describe them. I teared-up reading the last of his Final Post, when he spoke of Amanda. I remember him describing her as "drop-dead gorgeous."
Andy’s death weighs heavily on me, mostly because he is the first person I knew personally who has been killed in Iraq, but some of it is because he was out there trying to help. The more I read, the better I feel about what he was doing when he died, and what he thought of it. And if he was comfortable with it, so am I.
So long, Andy.
More about Andy can be read on this post at Obsidian Wings.
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