Hank Finn

We didn't talk much and I don't believe I had Dennis in any of my classes.  But for whatever reason, Dennis came up to me one day in school and said, "I'm just as good as anybody and I can do everything anybody else can do".  I remember that short conversation quite well. Probably nodded my head, ok, sure. It wasn't long after that he was gone.

Michael Lamb (Lamb)

Dennis lived just a block away, so we rode the same bus and on occasion he would drop in on the way home for a listen to Quito, Ecuador, on my shortwave radio. He badgered me to sell him the thing and about a week after I relented he was gone. For years (and maybe still) I wondered if I was partly responsible, because the damn radio was was a cheap Lafayette regenerative set never good for much more than Quito. Remember, no grief counseling back then! An experience like that gives a guy just a hint of how some of these vets must feel when they lose a combat buddy in the vagaries of war. Anyway, it was a shame about Dennis. I would have been glad to tell him he would find his way, move on soon to a superhet receiver, and do just fine.