Clark James Wilson

My oldest brother, Clark James Wilson passed on the 17th after a long and arduous battle with cancer.
He’s a Marine from 1968 to 1983, Air national guard, and eventually retired from the Army National Guard.
An old cigarette butt he tossed, and old warm ass Coors he had set down, were my first smoke and beer.
Both of my brothers were more like father figures to me as a kid.
He would take me fishing on many weekend trips, as well as hunting. He had an old 105mm artillery shell he used as an ashtray and through a fellow Marine I was able to get one from the same timeframe as when he served. Seems only fitting that it will be his urn when it’s finished. But for now, I figured I’d wrap him in the flag that represents the country he loved and served his whole life.
Al Echols