To Rich’s wife & children,
My name is Matt MacMillan. I learned of Rich’s passing just recently out of the clear blue. He was one of my closest friends and barracks room mate during our time in the Army. We likely met in about 1987 in San Angelo, Texas at our Intel School at Goodfellow AFB. He was a class or two ahead of me and had attended DLI in San Francisco while I went to Monterey for Spanish. It was at Ft Bragg that we quickly became friends. We were in the Collection and Jamming Platoon, Bravo Company, 313th MI Battalion in the 82nd Airborne Division and served as Spanish interpreters. We spent just about every waking hour together from 1988 to1990 – over 25 years ago.
Rich was dependable, kind, honest, straightforward, polite, sincere, common-sense smart, hard-working, hard-drinking, with a great sense of humor. He was my roommate when I began practicing Buddhism and I would get up early and chant quietly in our room. He never complained or judged. He was careful with money and, for whatever reason, he managed to save more than I ever did in the Army. We had long talks about what our lives would be like when we got out of the Army. He wanted to go to school to become an Engineer and I wanted to get into law enforcement and he would go on to do what he set out for. We both made the difficult decision to pursue our new careers, away from the security and camaraderie that the Army offered.
After we parted ways in the summer of 1990, Rich was a groomsman at my wedding in June 1992. It meant a lot to me to have an Army buddy join me in California – a long way from where he was in Florida. We were both college students, not making much money at the time, and we picked up our friendship right where we left off. I can remember that, much to my bride’s dismay, I had carpet burns all over me on our wedding day because the groomsmen (all Army paratroopers and Marines) wound up wrestling each other at my bachelor party the night before. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I count Rich among one of my best “lifetime friends”. Although we did not stay in contact, I always figured we could pick up wherever we left off. We were the same age and I imagine I would have looked him up after our retirement - maybe while traveling around the states. Our small crew of friends there at Ft Bragg really came of age together and it was a fantastic time in all of our lives. I am proud to have known Rich and am sorry he left us so early.
- Matt