1975 or so, Bill and I worked Dallas Sheriffs office, patrol. Since we were on the same shift we were often times assigned as partners. We moved into an apartment off of Maple Ave. around Oak Lawn. (hippie central) It became apparent that Bill could not wake up early (4:30Am) so we sat 4 alarm clocks, with 5min intervals, including a clock radio. The alarms would go off, the music comes on, he could not wake up. I would go out the door go to the office and call our apartment. He would answer. He tried to sound as he was up n dressed. “Are you coming to work”? Reply “oh yea I’m about to walk out the door, what time is it”? (Standing in his underwear) 7:00am I said! We had to be there by 6:30am. He looked at the clocks (I reset them 7:00Am) it was actually 5:45 He runs out the door half dressed, I’m warming my Vette. We had Corvettes. He jumped in, his head spinning. I said “we’re going to be on time today”. I had to change tactics often. But it was “groundhog day” every day. Bill was generous, almost to a fault. Funny, and up for a prank. He was laid back, and didn’t often object to anyones “good idea”, so together we were sometimes called on the carpet by Sgt. Bob Kennedy. We never talked about his military experience. You didn’t back then. That may be why he could sleep through all the noise, but could answer a phone ringing over all the other. I salute you brother! Semper Fi.