The Many Faces of
Edward Milton Cobbs

On February 26, 2001, our "best man", Ed
passed away. As reflected in this poem,
our friendship was a gift that we cherished.

The Miracle of Friendship

There's a miracle called Friendship
That dewells with the heart.
And you don't know how it happens,
Or how it gets its start . . .
But the happiness it brings you
Always gives a special lift.
And you realize that friendship,
Is God's most precious gift.

Author Unknown

The photos and captions that follow
reflect that friendship.

Here's to you,
Sergeant Cobbs of the U.S. Marines!

David left with Mildred
hours ago.

It was a red convertible
with a couple of other lovelies
in the back seat.

David said to tell you,
that he was going on maneuvers.

It was 3 a.m., when I slammed on the brakes
and yelled -- Oh!! My GOD!! A TRAIN!!

Sue woke from a dead sleep in the back seat
yelling -- What? What?

I had already continued driving normal and
answered --You must be having a
nightmare, honey!

Now, that's what I call funny.

I'm just an old Sergeant of
Marines, who believes in the
Power of the Oak.

It brought me home from Korea
and Vietnam.

I'll lead my troops up on the
left.

Together we will have those
Harbison Canyon rabbits
on the run.

It's the tartan that binds.

It's just good genes.