The unexpected passing of Colonel Oliver Wimbleton Pepper went as unnoticed as his fifty year attempt to gain public attention for his artistic endeavors and his extraordinary body of work. Colonel Pepper was not a figment of John Lennon’s imagination sailing up river in a Walrus Gunboat; or an unsung hero rising from the ashes of the Vietnam Conflict on The Long and Winding Road home. He was the Fool on the Hill; as an unrecognized genius with many talents that only a few could even see during his frequent comings and goings. Oliver Wimbleton Pepper was an advocate for the legalization of marijuana since the mid sixties, and believed compassionate regulation was the solution to those antiquated laws and Draconian Prohibitions that prevailed. He stood his ground in The War on Drugs; while still seeing eye-to-eye with President Nixon’s desire to find a way out of Vietnam with an exit stratagem designed to leave our honor intact, even as the troops retreat. The Road to Peace, authored by President Nixon, was sent direct to Oliver from the White House. The package included a letter signed by Nixon expressing optimism this strategy would end the bloodshed and mayhem in South Vietnam. Well, at least for our own troops and allies. Later that year while the Peace Talks dragged on, President Nixon told General Westmoreland to see to it that Trey Haltom (AKA) Oliver Wimbleton Pepper was included in the USO tour to entertain the soldiers fighting in Vietnam during that upcoming Christmas. Oliver had the right song in mind to sing that would describe both our Homeland War on Drugs, featuring men in trench coats buttoned down; and the Battle Cry of young pilots who would strafe the town and bomb the people in ~ The Song of the Unknown Soldier. My rivals so astound me As they play their foolish games I see them stalk about me I even know their names Secretly they scurry by I pay their wages as they spy I tell the truth they only lie Now their time has come to die These men in trench coats buttoned down With weapons pointed to the ground And aerials reaching for the sky They wonder how I know they spy I myself a master am Having spied on Vietnam Without a badge to get me by Or uniform or plane to fly I snuck in through Cambodia Just because God told me to So who am I to disobey The orders I received that day Onward Christian soldier boy With forty-millimeter toy And fear not death for you are bound To rest in peace beneath the ground Before you reach the promised land Take with you all you can And send those bloody freaks to hell Posthumously you will be rewarded well Then on the mantle place displayed The Purple Heart you earned that day And all the tears your mother shed Could fill a river but still your dead And the Orders Were: Strafe the town and bomb the people Drop some Napalm in the square Get there early Sunday morning Get them while they’re still at prayer Throw some candy to the children Wait until they gather ‘round Then take your forty-millimeter boy And mow them little mothers down Oliver did get around and could leave a lasting impression in his wake; by that I mean like when he gave a eulogy for his alter-ego’s funeral while posing as Dr. R. C. Richards III; a recent graduate from the University of Colorado, with a PhD in Psychology. This was the grown son of a dear friend, and grandson of Retired Congressman Richard C. Richards, of Daytona Beach, Florida. This episode is described by Colonel Pepper in his own book, the Falling Figs Journal Volume 1, the unfinished autobiography that depicts the first leg of his journey to fame and fortune, which also eluded him. After leaving Florida, the first leg of the second journey found Oliver doing income taxes for the oil rig workers of Kermit, Texas. The Income Tax Service that his grandmother had been building since the 1930’s, and served the likes of Lee Trevino and his partner Don Whittington, loyal clients long before Lee hit the Pro Circuit. It may be a mystery to some just how Oliver became acquainted with President Nixon, but the Genesis of this friendship came with the invention of wireless transmission of digital data. The idea came while transferring data from a Radio Shack TRS-80 computer on the 61/2 inch floppy disks to a more modern system with the new 1.4 MB disk. The thought occurred that it would be nice if we could send this data between computers by radio or micro waves, His dad thought that this was quite possible, and soon the Com Center System developed by George Haltom Jr. was beta tested by the CIA in Santiago, Chile, then the first system was installed at the Western White House, in San Clementine, California, for President Richard M. Nixon. It seems like Colonel Pepper is the actual Father of Wi-Fi, and he can only say "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Al Gore who once claimed to be the inventor of the internet !!! for furtuer updates contact Thaddeus E. Zekliel, at thaddeusezekiel656@gmail.com Thanks Thaddeus E. Zekiel Falling Figs Music Publishing Company, BMI