Jon Wertjes and I left Yaoundé later that year, toward the
end of 1983. Jon was off to New Zealand and
I was headed to my next duty station at our embassy in the Bahamas. I said goodbye to Ken on the weed-lined tarmac of the Yaoundé Ville Airport.
He
was looking forward to his upcoming transfer, taking his wife and two boys
to his next assignment at the US Embassy in Beijing. I shook his hand and we promised to keep in
touch. Ken was 32 years old.
