1968 Milby ROTC Musketeers

The Reunion at Steve’s house on the 17th has been postponed.

Found these in some of Mom’s old albums.

1966 or 1967 Drill team competition Elphege J. Barbier Ray Steve McMillan Ray Stepan Mike Hagan

Harrisburg American Legion Hall, Good Friday 2017.

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Pat Elphege J. Barbier Mike Norman Daniel Garza, Candilario Garza, Andrew Ramos, Joe Medellin

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Next spring.
SAVE the DATE!! Milby Class of 1967 50th Reunion March 31 - April 2, 2017. We're inviting the Classes of 1965-66-68-69 to join us, so be sure and Share this Info. Hope to see you there!! http://milby67.org/reunion.html

Two 90-year old guys, Leo and Frank, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Leo was dying, Frank visited him every day.

One day Frank said' Leo, we both loved playing softball all our lives, and we played all through High School.
Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's softball there.'

Leo looked up at Frank from his deathbed and said, 'Frank you've been my best friend for many years.
If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you.'

Shortly after that, Leo passed.

A few nights later, Frank was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,‘Frank...Frank’.

'Who is it?' asked Frank sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'

'Leo-- it's me, Leo'

'You're not Leo, Leo just died.'

'I'm telling you, it's me, Leo' insisted the voice.

'Leo! Where are you?'

'In Heaven,' replied Leo. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'

'Tell me the good news first,' said Frank.

'The good news,' Leo said, 'is that there's softball in Heaven. Better yet all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again.
Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.'

'That's fantastic,' said Frank 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'




'You're pitching Tuesday!'

If y'all want updates about a 65/69 Reunion send your email address to Kathy Sturr.

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Y'all remember?

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Stewart Beach in Galveston, 1972. Back when everything was free and easy and nothing was scary and we didn't know we were causing ourselves skin cancer by laying in the sun and the smell of cocoa butter drifting on the breeze and "Brandy, You're a Fine Girl" playing on the radio and your neighbor who bought a Ford Pinto and your dad who teased him about it and there were stars then and you could see them at night when you lay on the beach and you wondered what the future would bring but at that moment, that soul-sweet moment, you didn't care because you were in Galveston and it was 1972 and everything was free and easy and nothing was scary.

March 25th, Fish Fry, all day at the Harrisburg American Legion Post.
Danny, "Surfer" Garza said to let everyone know.