A clean-cut kid with bushy, Groucho Marx-type eyebrows set above his sad brown eyes, Kenny was motivated to succeed at anything he did. Marrying his high school sweetheart on January 26, 1976, Kenny joined the U.S. Army a year later. In a matter of weeks, he was off to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, for recruit training. It was a far cry from the Yankee confines of Lunenburg, Massachusetts, but it was what Kenny wanted. On April 11, only months after he left, Jeffrey Cutting, Kenny’s son, was born. After boot camp graduation, Kenny was transferred to the 39th Engineers Station at Fort Devens, which worked out perfectly, because Fort Devens was located in Ayers, a mere stone’s throw from the new ranch-style house he and Nancy bought in Leominster. He was living the life he had only dreamed about. But shortly after Cutting arrived at Fort Devens, tragedy struck. For the past few years, he had been experiencing stiffness in his legs and his eyesight had been poor. But it never amounted to anything.
