Gateway read the letter to himself.
Thanksgiving Day 1994
Dear Bill,
I hate to say it, but if you’re reading this letter at the reunion instead of talking to me in person it means I’ve lost my battle with cancer. Here is the other half of the note that hangs in your study. I’m keeping a promise we made to each other so many years ago and welcoming you back into the company. They are all good men, the best I’ve ever known or had the privilege to know. In the second envelope you will find the sketch book I kept during our time in the Philippines. Please distribute them as you see fit. They really belong to all of you guys.
I have asked Jon to make the trip to the Philippines for me to make sure you get these items. Please understand this trip will not be easy for him for several reasons. The first one is obvious, but having served in combat, he understands the bond that exists between those of us who served together. I’m not sure what the second reason is. Only that something terrible happened to him when he was stationed there. He has agreed to deliver these and at my request has done it unannounced. Please don’t be upset with him. He was only following my wishes.
Well, I could write to you guys forever, but it is time to go. Know that I’m confident we’ll meet again in a better place. I also know the bonds we forged on the battlefields of World War II are strong enough to last forever, no matter where we are. Take care of yourself and that wonderful family.
Your friend and comrade,
Ray
P.S. No matter what you thought, I really did make a better teacher than a soldier. The canteens contain thirty-year-old scotch. I expect you to drink to that.
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