03/19/2026
“Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.”
Yesterday, my big brother did just that—peacefully slipping away surrounded by family and friends, finally reunited with our parents and sister.
Rob, or “Mitch” as so many knew him, lived a life defined by service, dedication, and passion. He spent 25 years on active duty in the U.S. Army, beginning in Armor before answering the call to the skies as a Cobra and later Apache pilot. He became an instructor pilot, then rose to Chief of Instructor Pilots—shaping and mentoring countless others along the way. Robert's Army friend of 49 yrs, Brett Radford, was able to get here and was here for Rob's retirement.
His service didn’t stop when he took off the uniform. For nearly 25 more years in civilian service, he continued supporting Army aviation, eventually becoming the curator of the Army Aviation Museum at Fort Rucker. That museum became his legacy—his pride and joy. Through his vision and leadership, it grew into something truly special, even expanding into a new facility that stands as a testament to his commitment to preserving history.
At home, Rob created his own “man room,” a deeply personal museum filled with history and heart—honoring our father, a Vietnam-era F-4 pilot, and our grandfather, who served in World War I. Surrounded by their uniforms and stories, he carried their legacy forward with pride.
In the end, that’s where he wanted to be—home, in that room he loved. Thanks to his son Clay, whose determination made it possible, Rob got his wish. Once home, we saw a remarkable change. We shared hours of meaningful conversation, laughter, and love before he quietly found his peace.
He lived with purpose. He loved deeply. And he leaves behind a legacy that will not fade.
Rest easy, brother. You’ve earned it.