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To my friend and brother-in-arms Val Pascal,
I still remember when the life flight brought you in to the Fargo hospital from Leeds area where you had been shot. Vividly recall sitting up all night with you until your mother arrived the next morning. It was an honor and great privilege to escort you to your final resting place there in Williston and I have frequently recalled to others over the years what a good man you were and what an enthusiastic and capable Deputy you were...in a very sad twist of irony, Val, you have saved countless lives through your own sacrifice and I don't think there is any greater, more courageous, or more honorable deed that can be done. I don't know where the years have gone, but even after 20 years I remember you well. Always think of you when any Kiss songs come on the radio, as I know they were one of your favorites. I would say "Rest in Peace" but I believe you are no longer where we laid you to rest 20 years ago, and so I will leave you with this simple truth:
Man is a soul and has a body.
The body is not the man,
it is only the clothing of the man.
What we call death is the laying aside, even if apparently prematurely, of a worn-out or no longer useful garment,
and it is no more the end of you when you remove your coat.
Therefore, we have not lost you Brother, we have only lost sight of the cloak in which we were accustomed to seeing you in.
The cloak is gone, but the man who wore it is not.
Surely it is you that we love and not the garment.
See you on the other side, Val.
Maj, USMC (Ret)
July 6, 2013