Dan was my squad leader in Basic Training at Ft. Knox, September-October, 1970.  Dan wasn't a "macho" guy -but he was one heck of a soldier.  It makes sense that he braved Viet Nam, while I (the Sad Sack of the platoon) was having a picnic as an Army Bandsman.  The country owes a huge debt to guys like Dan.
     I commend him to the grace of Jesus Christ.