Bobby moved from Santa Monica California to Los Osos California when he was four years old. A happy, funny, mischievous boy, always full of pranks, he would worry his mother when he'd ride his bike without having his hands on the handle bars or his eyes open. He assured his mother he was OK, after all he was made of rubber. He attended school in Los Osos before moving to Brentwood California to live with his father at age 15. On September 11, 2001, he walked into his father's kitchen and together they watched the World Trade Center Buildings in New York City fall to the ground. Along with the history of military service by his grandfather's on his mind, after graduating from high school in 2003, he joined the Army. He was assigned to the 3rd Squadron, 2nd Stryker Cavalry Regiment, based at Vilseck, Germany. He was on his third tour in Iraq. Bobby held his fellow soldiers in the greatest esteem, as they did him. He liked going to his fellow soldier's homes for cook-outs and spending time with their children. Bobby lost much of his hearing from training with heavy machine guns. His military service changed him into a gentleman, physically fit, he walked with a purpose. He was bothered by the media bias coverage of the war, often relaying to his family and friends about the good that was being done in Iraq. He died of wounds sustained when insurgents attacked his unit using small arms fire. When his unit came under heavy fire, he pushed his men into the doorway of a house, spun around to return fire on the enemy and was hit. He put his men's lives before his own. He received the Army Commendation Medal with V device. He is survived by his mother; father; four siblings, including his twin brother; aunts; and uncles. Bobby was buried in Los Angeles National Cemetery, the same cemetery where he had worked as a volunteer gardener during his teen years. Originally written bio written by sue.