Two young lanky farmers met when they joined the Army to fight in WWII. On Mother’s Day, May 9, 1944, they shipped out of San Diego, not knowing their destination or if they would survive the ordeal they were about to face. Nor did they suspect how they would affect each other’s lives.
As luck would have it, they remained in the same unit throughout the war, participating in campaigns in Africa, Sicily and Europe. Once back home, they continued their friendship. The Texan returned to his wife and the Okie found love and married.
Decades of memories were created as they traveled back and forth across the Red River and as their families grew. No two people could be closer than these two men. They shared the same values, the same love of God and family, the same love of working the land. Each was a ‘tinker’ in that they created whatever they needed with their own hands out of whatever was available. And it usually worked. Over the last nine years, they comforted each other as each lost his wife.
One week ago today, the Texan took his last breath. It was finally his time to meet his Maker as he gladly went Home. He affected all who knew him and was a kind, caring and giving man. He leaves behind a multitude of family and friends.
And the Okie.
During the service at the cemetery, the children wanted to honor the two men’s loyalty and devotion to each other. After the 21 gun salute, the flag from his casket was presented to the Okie.
Budo will cherish that flag the rest of his life, as he cherished his friendship with Perk, the name dad had called him since they’d met. Farewell Ray Perkins. You are loved and sorely missed!