Last night the daughter of one of my oldest friends that I served with in the Army decades ago was again in the hospital, but this time for pancreatic cancer. He had fought, seemingly successfully, prostate cancer and was back to living a pretty normal life. But now things look very grim. A brief foray onto the internet told me that even if caught very early, life expectancy was about 3 years at best, and if not caught early, much, much less time than that. The only saving grace for him is that he has a large loving family of a devoted wife, four grown daughters and a dozen grandchildren who will support him to the end. He is a few years younger than me, but all too often lately I get the word that some old friend, co-worker, or acquaintance has passed away. But this is a true friend who had been planning on coming to visit me this Spring. Now it will be my sad duty to visit him before it is too late.