About this time in 1988 (my mind refused to record the actual date) I lost my best friend ever to PTSD followed by agent orange induced cancer. Jim's job was to mix and load the barrels for spraying over the Laotian border. He flew some missions as systems specialist and/or replacing a drunken "airman". We were back in East Tennessee by 74 and enrolled in electronic school (adult education) for an associates degree in Industrial Electronics. Our Gunny Sargent Tony Hurley was our instructor and we had a hell of a time over in the projects with all the black kids.. My VW van was shot full of holes as were others were.. Anyhow we made it out in 76 and started working for the university of Tennessee; I stayed and Jim went back to school and eventually to the postal service. Around 1978 Jim came back to work for me at UTK (we were Engineering Techs.) until an bicycle accident laid him up for a while. He then went to work for the postal service and was very happy, but didn't try to up his game at all.. He played it low key and never played the system. I asked him about that one day and he told me they had found cancer after the bicycle wreak and gave him a fife year window to live. If he made it five years without a relapse, he might be GTG for 30 more years. He showed me the mole removal spot on his back and you could have hid a suacer in the there. The postal job fit him to a tee.. Short pants and plastic hat.. he was in heaven.. That was during the early 80's and he would come over to my trailer and we would shoot back on the farm. He spent every weekend helping me set up sewer, water and electricity for a new house in the coldest winter we've ever had here (82-82) for the entire winter. Well after my son was born in 83 Jim branched out and hooked up with other friends, but still connected with me every few weeks for a sleepover and a shooting match. One time he told me about the cancer, he had never told me about it before, and that it had returned just before the five year window to call him clear had ended. They did radiation and chemo and gave him about six extra mouths of life... Here he is on his birthday and Christmas at my folks house.. I forget the chronology.. This is after the treatments when he has a brief (month or two) of normalcy This is a couple of weeks before the end. Hew was back in his apartment and I stopped by several times weekly. He died shortly after this pic... My best friend ever.... James Hayden Cash 1953-1988 Semper Fi.... Jim It's Rasta Ron bringing it to-ya free and clear..