Band of Brothers

I met Dave Hubin in early December 2002. We were table mates at the St. John’s table, Walk to Emmaus #1039. We didn’t seem to have much in common. He retired from the United States Air Force as a Lt Col. and Command Pilot. I would begin long-term disability on Saturday. In fact, I didn’t spend a lot of time talking with Dave that weekend. Little did we know it would be the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

Following the three-day experience, we formed a small group to support each other in our ongoing walk with Christ. This reunion group, which we named Band of Brothers consisted of six members. Myself, Dave, our table leader Tim Barton, Mike Ford, Tony LoBosso, and Todd Yackley. We met for breakfast each week at 6:30 AM at Jim’s restaurant, Lp. 410 @ Broadway. Tony’s work commitments forced him to quit after a few weeks. Joe Carter replaced him and we moved our meeting location to North Central Baptist Hospital cafeteria. I can still remember those super tacos 😃🌮. Todd, a United States Air Force captain was soon transferred to South Dakota. After Joe died we started meeting for lunch at my house.

Each week we begin the meeting with an opening prayer. We then take turns discussing our spirituality from the prior week(s). Our discussion then shifts to things like our Closest to Christ moments and Calls to Discipleship. We end each of our turns with Prayers for Special Needs. Finally, we close with a prayer of Thanksgiving.

Dave has long been the heart and soul of the Band of Brothers reunion group. We seldom met when he wasn’t available. In recent years deteriorating health has made his participation exceedingly difficult. He was parliamentarian of the group. Thus appropriately he always ran the anchor leg at our meetings.

Final Farewell

I attended David’s memorial service Friday. Seems like we could have tried a little harder for one more reunion group meeting. We will miss you David as you take your final mission into the Wild Blue Yonder.

 

6 thoughts on “Band of Brothers”

  1. Beautiful tribute. I’m sorry about the loss of your friend, but heaven is our final destination and the ultimate Emmaus reunion! Growing up as an AF military dependent and child of a pilot I still love watching planes take off and never tire of hearing “Off we go into the wild blue yonder” and remembering Daddy’s love of airplanes! Peace & Blessings Brad!

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