Teh Google and Teh Interwebs are, by and large, pretty amazing and incredibly helpful.
Although, sometimes they make me sad.
I found this grave of a friend of mine from the Marines — located in Harrisville, WV — last night via the website Find A Grave.
Dave and I met at the United States Marine Corps School of Infantry at Camp Pendleton, California back in October of 1979. His bunk was right next to mine in our platoon squadbay and we glommed onto each other almost immediately.
He and I had a weird, love/hate relationship from the start. On weekends we’d go to either Oceanside or San Diego, get a hotel room, drop acid or get roaring drunk, and have crazy sex. But he was also by turns enraging and argumentative and I’d frequently want to beat the shit out of him — which I did on several occasions.
After infantry school we were both assigned a two year tour of duty in Spain where our relationship — both the good and the bad — intensified. He was, at just 18 years of age, a year younger than I and I outranked him and he was frequently argumentative, disrespectful, and just plain stupid. Very much like a spouse.
In 1981 I rotated back to the States in order to do a tour with the Fleet Marine Forces where I spent time at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, Korea, and a year in Japan. Dave finished out his enlistment in Spain and in 1982 got honorably discharged and went home to West Virginia. Where just two weeks after being discharged from the Marines he killed himself in a fiery car crash — the result of driving his beloved Camaro while drunk.
He had just turned 21 years old.