Eddie was just a boy when he died, but because he was three years older than I, and I was just 15 when we met, I thought he was a man. I was 17 when he died, so that makes him 20 at the time of his death. Gone for a soldier. I remember him, from the vantage point of 33 years later, as someone who was usually full of laughter. He was a sophisticated boy from the country of southeastern NC, and I think he thought life was essentially good. He was up for the adventure. I don't know what else to say, except that it is still hard to believe that he never came back. He just went one day, and never returned. I thought then, and still believe, that that war was stupid, unjust. In that context, his death was a waste, as were so many others. But one's death, however it comes, cannot be left at that-- a waste. His death has meaning because of his life. He was a good person, a decent human being, a great dancer. I miss him and know others do too. No one ever told me exactly how or where he died. If anyone knew Eddie, and if you read this, could you post something, some info? Thanks.

 

A memorial from his Friend, Deborah Hooker ( Dee Dee ) dahooker@unity.ncsu.edu  24 May 2001

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