To the Drummond Family, please accept my condolences on the loss of Chuck. I was a young Lieutenant in B Squadron, the Douzieme Regiment Blinde du Canada (12e RBC) in Valcartier, Quebec in 1975 when I first met Chuck. At that time, he was the Troop Sergeant for another young Lieutenant named Georges Rousseau. Chuck obviously did a good job of "training" his Troop Leader, as Col (Ret'd) Rousseau is now the Colonel Commandant of the Royal Canadian Armoured Corps, in which Chuck so proudly served. Chuck was one-of-a-kind and a person who always had a huge smile on his face except for the few times that somebody had crossed his path (and then, watch out!). He could always be counted upon to work hard and to boost the morale of all those who had the pleasure of working with him. Many, many times, I could hardly contain my laughter while he recounted another one of his multitude of like experiences, punctuated by a large assortment of unique "adjectives and descriptors".As noted, he was an excellent athlete, particularly in softball. In Cyprus in 1977, the Senior NCOs had a team and it so happened that the Officers team had a very good pitcher. As I recall, the NCOs won every game, due in large part because Chuck was so expert at heckling the Officer's pitcher, that the pitcher could no longer concentrate, and his expert pitching went out the window.. The pitcher was the only person who didn't see that the joke was on him, and Chuck would display that huge smile at the end. This is but one of the too numerous anecdotes that one could recount about Chuck. He left an iindelible imprint on me and so many others. Thank you Mrs Drummond for sharing him with us, and to Chuck, thank you for all those wonderful memories.
