(Photo: Garvin Chadwell working on my car in Isom, KY June 1992)
My heart is heavy today, as I just learned of the passing of a dear friend, Garvin Chadwell. In every life there are those people who make an indelible mark. For me, Garvin was one of them. He was a slow-talkin', fast-thinkin', proud-to-be-a-hillbilly, good ole' boy from Isom, Kentucky. Garvin possessed a razor-sharp mind and a keen sense of humor, and with a twinkle in his eye, delighted in using his exaggerated southern drawl to prove to everyone (especially us Yankees) how dumb he was. But we knew better. I met Garvin in the Army at Fort Bragg, North Carolina in 1990, where we served in the Imagery Exploitation Section of C Company, 319th MI Bn, 525 MI Bde (ABN). He was among the finest intelligence analysts I ever worked with, and an even better friend. After we left the military we visited each other's homes and stayed in regular contact, but as people often do, we lost touch. It had been seven years since we last spoke, but out of the blue I "Googled" him and learned that he had suffered a stroke and had passed away on May 14, 2009. After returning from Operation Desert Storm in 1991, Garvin experienced a lot of health issues. He suffered from rashes, nervousness, trembling, and other maladies, all of which stayed with him until the end. In my mind, that war caused another casualty, albeit 18 years later. So today, on the birthday of the U.S. Army, thank a veteran for their service.