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	Comments on: LTC James O. Beamesderfer Jr Dies	</title>
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		By: Walter P. Reamer		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[A long time ago, back when Robert Harris commanded this outfit, the officers would get together after drill for a couple cool ones in Bob Martin&#039;s office before heading home.  This was before the unit moved down the hill to its new digs, back before the unit had a club.

That&#039;s where I met Beemie.  He was a crusty old guy with a gravelly voice.  He loved to tell lawyer jokes, and since I was the JAG, most of his jokes were aimed in my direction.

Over the next few years I got to like him.  Beneath the gruff exterior he was a good guy.

He retired, and I retired, and I lost track of him until I read this post about his death.

Here&#039;s to you, Beemie.  I&#039;m sure that you&#039;re up there hoisting a few cool ones, and telling lawyer jokes.

Walt Reamer]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A long time ago, back when Robert Harris commanded this outfit, the officers would get together after drill for a couple cool ones in Bob Martin&#8217;s office before heading home.  This was before the unit moved down the hill to its new digs, back before the unit had a club.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s where I met Beemie.  He was a crusty old guy with a gravelly voice.  He loved to tell lawyer jokes, and since I was the JAG, most of his jokes were aimed in my direction.</p>
<p>Over the next few years I got to like him.  Beneath the gruff exterior he was a good guy.</p>
<p>He retired, and I retired, and I lost track of him until I read this post about his death.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s to you, Beemie.  I&#8217;m sure that you&#8217;re up there hoisting a few cool ones, and telling lawyer jokes.</p>
<p>Walt Reamer</p>
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