My brother, Dan, a.k.a. Rocky, was the youngest child of seven. Needless to say he was spoiled with a lot of love. Our mother wrote poems to each of us. Dan was a young teenager. This is the poem she wrote for him. To son number three(child seven) And after all was said and done God gave to us a brown-eyed son Dearest, sweetest baby of all Seeming slmost afraid to bawl... Cuddling with your teddy bear Mother hardly knew you were there "Dumb like a fox" your sisters said Yes, you did have brains in your head.. A most surprising sort of son A sort of "wrong-way Corrigan" Yet with it all, we always knew You loved us and we loved you, too... Life is good - slightly wild, too Having a young son such as you. I should have said it more, I know Oh, my Danny, I love you so! Dan sacrified his health and life for the love of his country, a Viet Nam veteran. We all owe a debt of gratitude to him and service men and woman like him. He died too young. I miss my brothers' laughter and love. His sister Eileen