Posted by Joseph Carrado on July 31, 2012:

I served with Mike at the Armed Forces Police Detachment, Brooklyn for almost 19 months, between 1973 and 1974. He was a Captain then, during which time I went from Private to Spec 4. We were both young. He was about 25 years old, I around 21. My service there was easier thanks to Captain Mullady. Some memories: His mentioning of his wrestling at West Point. Or being aroused from sleep to join in quelling a possible riot at the Naval Annex: The two of us in the lead jogging side by side, shoulder to shoulder down a corridor - I was actually hobbling, nursing a broken toe. Or a color guard ceremony in NYC where he personally stepped in to properly fold the flag - when none of the recruits there, felt capable. I recall that moment at every flag folding ceremony I have seen since then. He was not a loud person. Handsome. His manner was calm, confident. It has been forty years since I enlisted for the Draft (Vietnam War). And I don't know what became of Mike after 1974, or circumstances of his passing, or survivors. I would have been genuinely happy to see him again. In fact, it was yesterday, while I was searching the internet again that I found out Mike passed away almost 20 years ago. My heart is heavy. God Bless you... my friend.

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