Mitch was killed in a car accident at the young age of 19, almost 20 years old.  He
had just graduated high school and was spending the summer, as any other young
man would, before going into the Army.  He was wanting to be stationed in Texas
somewhere, so he and I could finally meat.

We had never met before, face to face.  He lived in Iowa, I in Texas.  The reasons
for us never meeting are not important, but we were looking forward to meeting
each other.  We wrote letters each other, we traded pictures all the time.  We had
big plans to become close.
God saw it different, God must have wanted him home to help him watch over all
of us.
He is now our Gardian Angel
and we all miss him very much.
Mitch