I have so many fond memories of Ernest. He and his family lived in the same community as my mom. My mom loved and respected him. He always took time to talk with her and listen to words of wisdom she would share. As a flight nurse, I had the privilege and pleasure of working with him for over 20 years in the 35th AEF later to become 35th AES. The ideal medical crew for a flight nurse was to have Buffalo soldier medical technicians. We trained hard, preparing for aeromedical flights. After the training there was always time for a party. We had so much fun. At the party there was always lots of beer (specifically Budweiser beer). His motto to good beer, was to make sure it was cold. Because of his love for beer, he affectionately was called "Bud". Bud was a man who appreciated a nice truck. He would let you ride with him, but he was quick to remind you that you could not haul a variety of "stuff" in the bed of his truck. He loved his family. We frequently swapped tales and stories about our parents, spouse and children. The more beer we drank the longer were the tales and stories. He had a sense of humor that always made you laugh. He never accepted the name for my son, always jokingly calling him "Buster". I encourage the many friends and family to cherish the memories you have of him. In the words of General MacArthur, " Old soldiers never die, they just fade away."
Lt. Col (R) Janice F. Chiles
