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     Phillip Clarence Noland was born in the year 1931.
He was an August child.
He was a first child.

He was the brother who sang me to sleep every night, (Brahms' Lullaby), and wakened me in the mornings.

Some children grew up on Dr. Seuss' Green Eggs and Ham.

     I grew up eating Phil's cold spaghetti, or scrambled eggs and toast in the chill of the predawn hours, before I dressed and walked to school. He filled me with warmth, sharing his coffee. I was ready.

      He shadow-walked me to school. I'd turn and look, but he was too silent, too quick, and so I thought of myself as an adult-child.

      I'm sure you remember the albums we received upon graduating eighth grade: "Go little album, far and near, to all my friends I hold so dear, and ask them each to write a page, that I may read in my old age." That's what I am doing right now. I am sixty. Phil would have been seventy. He died at fifty-five. Allow me to acquaint you with my brother's words written into my album on a sunny, yellow page on 06 Jun 55: "To Sis: Forever Kid: It's really hard to write a line, especially if it doesn't rhyme. But you know what I'm trying to say, you're the best and a little OK. Good luck! Love, Your bros., Sgt. Noland."

      Phil was my first hero who showed me the way towards independence and love for my fellow man.

      His contribution to the Cold War was valuable. As a SSGT of the USAFSS he gave his all with kindness and understanding and passed on his wisdom in his 202 capacity.

      Years ago, while at "Mudsite" Phil received high praise on his Airman Performance Reports, some of which I will include: "SSGT Noland does all of his own reporting. His ability to identify and put out the proper end product report has resulted in numerous citations from higher headquarters. He has changed many operating procedures to make more timely reporting a reality. He has set up a new and efficient system, which cuts down on the time needed to identify certain classified entities. He has on his own initiative tracked down seemingly unrelated bits of information and put out an excellent tip-off and end product reports. He has rendered timely and accurate assistance to subordinate units resulting in a well-coordinated interchange of information. He has increased the efficiency and coordination between two separate entities through his effective leadership qualities as an NCO. His high degree of interest in his career field, his ability to analyze and digest facts quickly and accurately combined with his extensive job knowledge of his particular entity qualify SSGT Noland as one of the better analysts at this station."

      Dorothy Aspell, Captain, OIC "C" Flight, TUSLOG Det. 3, said of Phil: "His off duty conduct is above reproach and he has been an exemplary NCO and I believe that he possesses all the qualities desired of an NCO. Plans for him include supervisory duties."

      My brother died Valentine's Day of 1986 from surgical complications due to being struck down by a New York City Taxi as he stepped off a curb into the streets of a city he loved. He left behind numerous relatives, and his daughter, Sherry, and a son, Billy, who was born in Istanbul.

      Phil has never left me -- in the silent hours at the close of day he inspires my writing and spirituality. Buried with full military honors, he resides in the National Cemetery located in Bourne, Cape Cod, Mass., just up the hill from our mother.

      At this time I would like to write the three verses of TAPS in not only SSGT Noland's honor, but in memory of all the dedicated men and women who serve in the military, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.