Moses Lopes Alves
Major, United States Air Force
are a Very Sensitive individual.
There are those that think "you move beyond," and yet this another Christmas Season. You can see that never has Mo left his home, nor my heart. We were married on November 28, 1959, it would chronologically be some 47 years ago but it seems yesterday. Never throughout our lives, his spectacular achievement as an Air Force officer, Regular Air Force rated, Strategic Air Command and then his long time goal, Air Force Space and Missiles Systems Organization, Program Director, Minuteman, rank of Major, and the respect of all of his peers, did I ever once think anyone else on this planet ever had or could have more than Mo provided me, our always happy home, his two sons, and those always "happy steps."
Mo was on reflex [regular alert rotation] to England, Brize Norton, when the Cuba Crisis broke. His was the first B-47 to then touchdown on the flight line at Plattsburgh Air Force Base. Upon their return, slicing the carpet of snow as the dragchute deployed, and as it would slow and casually "roll" to park beside the cars of the wives on the tarmac, as if always, bombays opened all the goodies to be unloaded.
Very Happy Memories. I will put some effort into what I would want to be his Memory. It will be very hard, there was so much about "Major Mo."
Thank you again, Teddi Alves, December 2006.
P.S. I noted some very moving sentiments on your site; may I add this? It is "AWAY," from James Whitcomb Riley and I found it among family mementos, a condolence to my grandfather upon the death of his wife of complications from gall bladder surgery in 1935: I have always felt it particularly relevant to those of us of The Armed Forces:
I cannot say, and I will not say
And left us dreaming how very fair
Think of him faring on, as dear
Think of him still as the
same, I say,