Ron Holeman

RONALD S HOLEMAN

Even now, I remember Ron’s voice:

“Hi, my name’s Ron, you going to breakfast? They’ve got to be kidding! Green frosting on  cinnamon rolls? I’m from Santa Monica. Only a week ago, I was sitting on Venice Beach with my girlfriend. She was wearing a bikini and putting oil on my back while I was watch’n the waves break. What am I doing here? Man, I hope I’m with you when we get to Nam! Man! I got this mongo blister on my heel! Check out these wings, Stamper! I’m officially a paratrooper. There was this staff sergeant recruiting for the Rangers, and knowing you guys, I figured you’d be crazy enough to join, so here I am. Are you sure these things are edible? I’m not sure I’m ready. Do they train you here or is it all OJT? Why don’t you come to California and ride some real waves? I hope they teach us tricks-of-the-trade, ‘cause the more you know, the better your chances. Think we’ll see any action?”

I miss you, Ron.

TB Stamper