RICHARD JAMES COSTON
RICHARD J COSTON
Remembering Richard Coston
Remembering An American Hero
As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.
May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.
With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir
to my uncle
Poetry in Motion
Captain of the Andrew Hill High School Championship Wrestling Team of 1967
Wrestling was my favorite high school sport. I watched because I knew Richard and loved to watch as he move on the mat, maneuvering and concentrating on "out thinking" his opponent. As much as I enjoyed watching him compete, my most profound image of him was during a early morning water skiing trip to Calero Dam. On this particular morning, he was anxious to be first behind the boat. As he stepped into a slalom ski, the sun was just rising. From the shore I watched the boat pull him onto to the glassy surface of the water. They were alone; one boat with a single skier. The power of the boat lifted his equally powerful body onto the glass-like water with an ease that seemed impossibly fluid. As he gained speed and was able to use his grace to move across the wake of the boat, he appeared at once to be part of the lake, an extension of the boat, and a wholly and magnificent example of the poetry of motion. The magic lasted for such a short time, but more than forty years later, that image is how I remember him, using his body to think and experience a life that was limited by war and circumstance.