My fondest memories of Jack Agnew came from the 60th anniversary commemoration in Normandy in 2004. He spent hours with us in the lounge of the Portsmouth Marriott, regaling us with his account of the Pathfinder mission on June 6, 1944.

I remember Jack riding shotgun on a bullet bike screaming through the narrow streets of Ste. Mere-Eglise during that delirious week in Normandy. Later on, he chafed at the powers that be who would not permit him to make the commemorative jump into Normandy scheduled for that week. And he could have done it too.

I remember when his daughter Lynne gave him the most memorable testimonial during dinner on our last night together in Normandy. She spoke of the greatness of her father, his pathos, his warmth, his commitment to always do what was right. Jack couldn't look up during this time. He was uncomfortable, but he was also touched.

Jack was very much the epitome of the greatest generation -- outgoing, yet private, stern, yet compassionate, a loving husband and father, and a consummate fighter when the country needed such men and needed them badly. God, I will miss him.

II Timothy 4:7