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I met Chris once in Alexandria with RB. He was all smiles and acted like the big brother I always wish I had. I remember his hearty laugh when he realized he could put his fingers around my girlish wrists, how his eyes sparkled when I told RB that we beat RB down to the pier on foot, and RB was on his Harley, because obviously I had been doing more work on my fieldcraft than RB had, and then RB threatened to throw me in the harbor. I recall how he sent me messages when I needed to be checked, making me realize my mistake and at the same time making me feel stronger. And how proud I was when he listed me as someone he served with.
Heaven takes the best of us early, and I know he is in a better place. But I am selfish. Right now I just miss my friend. I want him back with us.
My condolences Helen.
I'll miss you big brother. I'll do my best to make you proud, as proud as a CSM can be of an officer.
Heaven takes the best of us early, and I know he is in a better place. But I am selfish. Right now I just miss my friend. I want him back with us.
My condolences Helen.
I'll miss you big brother. I'll do my best to make you proud, as proud as a CSM can be of an officer.