What I remember most about Davin was his amusement at the impracticality of literature. He was in my advanced placement class; he loved to read, and was a precise, skillful, and thoughtful writer. But his reading interests and writing projects clung to what was real, historical, achievable. And he was an achiever, with grace, a smile, a joke if possible. Perhaps it was not until he witnessed Gregor Samsa transformed into a dung beetle in Kafka's "Metamorphosis" that he understood the intersection of the real and the artful. His life would not be meaningless. He was a young man who wanted to make things "right" if he could, and he was consciously aware of his power to do so.
Crystal E. Davis, high school teacher
I heard a story about this young man and was taken by the name. My son's name is Davin and have yet to have met another with that unique name. Please take my prayers and my sons in thought whenever you may think of him. I know that I will tell my son one day of a young man who died for our country with your name. I may be out of line sending this to you, but needed to let you know somehow.
Amanda and Davin Nolan
God bless you.
Enrique Labrador, friend