posted on Jun, 15 2009 @ 08:20 AM
Roger. I've known him since a teen. Seems like forever, but not long enough.
I remember when we met. He was a bastaad with a bad attitude. He cared about little. I didn't really like him at first. He drank too much, and was
quick to cause trouble. He was one of those people that you either loved or hated. He was not very likable, and he wanted it that way.That being said,
he became one of my best friends. He was a loyal friend. His love of firearms was paramount. Yes he loved weapons, and was an amazing marksman. He was
into fishing BIG TIME. I never knew what a gimble belt was before I met him. I caught my first shark with him at my side. We did alot side by side.
While he was a butthead, I never had to worry about my back when he was there. A brother who I held dear. He wore the Ranger patch proudly.
He succumbed to that damn Cancer last night.
Dammit Roger. Tell my Dad I said hello. I'm not seeing you soon, but when I do....... I am so gonna kick your butt.
Dude. You were there for me, every darn time.
I love you man.
[edit on 15-6-2009 by lombozo]