I am saddened to learn of the passing of Sergeant Fred McBride. I first met Fred when we were both assigned to Company B 224th Engineer Battalion in Ottumwa, Iowa. I was the Operations Officer and then the Company Commander, and Fred was a Mechanic. Fred McBride knew WORK. He pushed himself, and those around him, to work faster and do more. Of course, Fred had his idiosyncracies. He didn't like it when people around him didn't pull their weight, and he did not do a good job of hiding his dissatisfaction with those people. He cold figure out how to fix just about anything mechanical. In the Army there are different levels of maintenance - those of us at the Company level are only authorized to work on repairs up to a certain point. If the repair was more complicated then the equipment was supposed to be sent to the State Headquarters at Camp Dodge. Fred did not like that, and wanted to see if he could fix the more complicated things himself - sometimes to the chagrin of his leadership team. I used to drive a high-mileage Chevy Corsica, and that vehicle had a lot of mechanical problems. On one occasion, my vehicle died in the armory parking lot, and it sat there throughout the drill weekend. On Sunday afternoon in a driving rain, Fred went outside, opened the hood, climbed under my vehicle, and got it started. He was covered in mud and both of us were soaking wet, but he could care less about that. He stood there talking to me as if it was a bright, sunny day. He was happy to fix my car. And so was I! I remember when we deployed to Iraq in 2005, Fred was confronted with terrible back pain. I remember he left Camp Ramadi to have his back checked out in Baghdad, and the next thing I knew he was in Landstuhl, Germany getting care for his back. Ultimately, they sent Fred back to the U.S., where he was given treatments at Fort Sill, OK, and then at the VA Hospital. I talked with him several times over the years. And I always looked forward to those phone calls. Fred was very, very proud of his son, Travis, who followed him into the Iowa Army National Guard, and who was among the best Soldiers in the 224th Engineer Battalion. He sure did have reason to be proud of Travis, too. All of us were proud of him. I am sad to know that Fred is no longer with us, and I extend my condolences to his family on behalf of all of the Soldiers with whom he served. No doubt that even those Soldiers on the receiving end of some of Fred's talks would acknowledge that they learned something from him. We all did. #RIP Soldier. I am honored to have served with you.