I met Ed at Fort Devens, Massachusetts, in 1973.  He was transferred to Fort Sam Houston, TX, a few months later, and I followed shortly after.  He was a good guy.  While at Ft Sam he caught a scorpion and put it in a plastic box until it died.  He then wrapped it up and sent it to his younger brother, who had never seen a scorpion before.  Later, he was sent to Fort Sill, OK, and I was sent elsewhere.  We kept in touch for a while, but lost touch.  Whenever I think of my days at Ft Devens and Ft Sam Houston, Ed always stands out as one of the most positive people I knew in either place.    

Rest in Peace, Ed.