Casey rode in my truck for 3 or 4 missions as my replacement gunner, only a few weeks before he passed. I remember he thought it was funny that I could understand what the Samoans were saying over the radio. If you weren't familiar with our island brothers talking over the radio is was hard to understand them because of their thick accents. I rode with the same platoon for our entire tour so I became familiar with the voices. Casey however always bounced around to numerous platoons to fill in a vacant position for a mission. I work on Ft. Hood now as a contractor, he always pops into my thoughts when revelry plays at 5... or whatever the hell the bugle at 5pm is called.