I've known Bruce since 2002. I have never known him to be anything but kind, loving, passionate, fair, and above all else... genuine. We had times when we disagreed, but far more times when he'd give me a strong hand shake and pat on the back. Anything he ever did was done out of a unique and tireless desire to be truly magnificent, as a person, a teacher, a counselor, a leader, a drum corps guy, a friend, and on and on. It saddens me that I may never get to tell him in this life that, even though our last year working together was somewhat strained, I never lost respect for him, that I always understood where he was coming from and what he was trying to do, and that I always longed for those strong hand shakes. Its terrible to lose a gentleman like Bruce this way, long before its really time, and to a wicked disease that seems to grow more wicked by the minute.
Please join me, I will being praying in my own way tonight, and hope that my thoughts reach him and ease his path towards wherever his journey may be taking him. Once a Brigadier, always a Brigadier. That always meant something, and now, it means just a little bit more. God speed Bruce. We love you.
Cp