May 25 2008
The Ultimate Sacrifice
I’d like you to meet a friend of mine. His name is Andy. We worked together at The State Line Restaurant in El Paso, Texas when we were growing up. Our group worked hard together and we played hard together. Once, after a fishing trip, I put the head of a catfish on Andy’s pillow and left him a Mafia-esque note from “The Codfather”. It took him a few days to forgive me, and we all had a good laugh, but even after a week he told me he couldn’t get the fish smell out of his pillow. He was good natured, and an average golfer. He’d laugh at your jokes, and tell a few of his own. He was a friend. A brother. A son. A husband. A father. A soldier. He died doing what he loved. He died protecting his country’s freedom. His wife and son’s freedom. My freedom. Your freedom. Please remember Andy and his family in your thoughts and prayers today.
I definitely will!
(NukeDad) Thanks Melisa.
Thanks, nukedad. It is good to remember these valiant men.
I am sorry about the loss of your friend. I will continue to keep him along with all the others who have sacrificed in my thoughts.
Ugh. What a great man. I thank him today.
Will do. On a lighter note, I loved your “save some sun for the rest of us” comment on WIMSC.
NukeDaddy,
Thanks for this post. Ted and I were talking about Andy two days ago and laughing uncontrollably remembering Andy. He gave Ted the nickname “Puto” if you recall.
He was a good man, an excellent father, and a great friend. You are a good man for remembering Andy this way. You made me a little misty on this one. I put on Tiny Dancer and remembered the summer nights when the boys were out and having fun.
Peace,
Kyle