A man is indeed fortunate who can claim to have two or three real friends in his life. By “real friend,” I mean a man who sees you at your worst, battling demons or life or physical foes and not only runs to join you, but does so with a smile on his face and joy in his heart. He is the man that you just know will come to your side when you need him and without asking. I have had two such friends in my life.
Bill Pine—Naval Officer, warrior, husband, father and shipmate—died suddenly and unexpectedly on Thursday night. As Pam told me on the phone last night, they didn’t just break the mold when they made him, “they beat the living hell out of it!!” I think Stevenson was describing Captain Donald William Pine, United States Navy (retired) when he wrote “Home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter home from the hill.”