Merrill A. Vaughan

POPPA,

I first met you one night here in the IWVPA and we talked about problems veterans have encountered lately. I stood in awe, reading your poetic words, and could visualize all of them.

Know that, just as in the hymn we sing at church “Till We Meet Again”, except that we will meet for the first time, in Heaven, where there is no sickness, and no pain.

Both Diane and I have you constantly in our prayers and thoughts. Our thoughts and prayers are also with Granny in these trying times.

GOD BLESS YOU POPPA

Butch

Author’s Note: A Tribute to David R. “Poppa” Alexander