My buddy, Bob Watts, died last week at the age of 96.

I met Bob - as I do many people - because I wrote a story about him and his efforts to make sure every veteran's grave was decorated with a flag for Memorial Day.

That interaction led to a longer story later, telling of his experiences in World War II, when he was part of a group of soldiers that served for more than 500 days in the 125th Field Artillery, 34th Red Bull Infantry Division and fought their way through North Africa and Italy.

Like many in his Greatest Generation, Bob never really stopped working. Sure, he retired, but he fou...