Great People

I worked with a man who died last week named Steve Marhefka. He was 83.

He landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day. His brother did, too. He had switched units prior to the landing and his brother thought Steve died because the boat Steve was supposed to be on blew up in front of his brother. D Day plus four Steve saw a guy who was in his brother's outfit and asked his CO if he could go see his brother to say hello. To quote Steve his brother was "damn glad to see him."

It's that understatement that defines our hero's of WWII. Completely self-effacing, casual in the idea that anyone would have done what they did.

Steve always had a kind word and was a joy to be around.

And in the spirit of who he was he didn't want a funeral or a service. He just wanted to be buried in private.

He will be missed.