Glade was not the type individual that I thought would become the friend he became to be. I met Glade at Ft. Douglas, Utah when we became drafted at the time of the War. I was somewhat more reserved than he. He was also much shorter and more of a bulldog stature. As it were, we were both sent to the same training centers for both Basic and AIT training. It was during this time we became close friends. I gave Glade the name "bulldog" since that was his nature and his stature. We went through many experiences together during the training. We spent time together during our "leaves". At the end of AIT training we both received assignments to Vietnam. He was assigned to the 25th Invantry and I to the 1st Infantry. The conclusion of AIT training was the last time I saw him as he was killed in action. Despite his "bulldog" appearance and nature, he was a kind and considerate individual. He was an aggressive individual and made a good soldier. I was informed by my family at home that he had been killed and it was quite some time before I could accept the fact of this loss. I remember him everytime I think of the War. God bless you Glade for the valiant servant you are!