When Barry was stationed in Korea in 1958, I was a 10-year-old boy. He was in Inchon flying his top-secret drones over the DMZ area. He reminds me of my first contact with an American soldier when I was a small kid. I still remember vividly one GI back then, who offered us thankfully a ride in his jeep when my mother and I were visiting her friend in Yongdo island in Busan. It was a very windy day, and we were trying to get out of sandy dust from dirt ground. I met Barry about 5 years ago in the Original Friendly Net on Skype; ham operators' off-the-air net. He was just like the GI I met 65 years ago. He had a gentle and pleasant smiling face with laughter. I felt an instant intimacy in good rapport with him during conversation on common interests and his old memories in Korea. Now he's gone, but his smiling lives forever in my heart. He was my big brother and close friend. There are no strangers: there are only friends we haven't met yet. He will be missed by many and I pray his soul finds eternal rest in peace.
Sang