Military kids rarely have close friends. They have friends and acquaintances, but rarely close friends, because you never stayed in one place long enough to develop a friendship. In Japan I had acquaintances. My only friends were back in California.
One of my acquaintances was Susan Rothschild. Susan lived close by and we went to the same school. Susan was about a year and a half younger than I. She was an acquaintance, not a friend.
In late November 1953, Susan Rothschild was visiting another acquaintance, Patty Overton, one of her classmates who lived across the street from me. At dusk her Mother called and told Susan it was time to come home. Susan took her bike and left but never arrived home. Her parents called the parents of Patty and learned that Susan had left. A search began, joined by Patty's Father and Susan's bike was discovered on the outskirts of the "forest". The military police were notified.
It was Susan's Father who found her, in the "forest", with a gag in her mouth, lying face down in several inches of water in a drainage ditch. She was barely alive and her Father removed the gag and gave her artificial respiration. He rushed her to the hospital, but in those days before emergency services, 911 and paramedics, Susan Rothschild passed away on the way to the hospital.