I remember a few things about my Father, David E. Simpson.
Quite a few.
The one thing that really stands out in my mind. The thing that holds true, is his fervent, even reverent wish.
His one wish was for the FOUR of us Boys to be united. To be Friends. To have each other's backs, at all times.
It's OK if I put red ants down the (future) Master Sargent's pants. I'll take my chances. (He shouldn't have swiped my bicycle.)
It's OK if I give the Architect or the Preacher a bad time. (I'm the Eldest, it's my J-O-B!)
Don't you try it.
The last place on earth you want to be is between One of us and the other Three of us. (Make that Five of us.)
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