The Lord came for my uncle, Bill Curtis, this morning. He was 95. My uncle was many things, an engineer, cattleman, scout master, WWII veteran who was at Utah Beach and is in the WWII museum at New Orleans. After the war, Uncle Bill went to State on the GI Bill and graduated in '49 with a CE degree. Moved to Vicksburg and worked at the Corp of Engineers until he retired. Uncle Bill was the definition of True Maroon.