Gyro

Across the country tonight, bros are sitting in squadron bars toasting you over whiskey and telling stories about you. The bros are taking this pretty rough. Unfortunately, I can't be back at the old bar, and I'm class B in VA, so I'm drinking whiskey by myself and writing this to you on an open forum on the off chance it makes me feel better. I hope the random dudes reading this will forgive me.

When I got the word yesterday, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. You are genuinely one of the best human beings I've ever met. And I thought that before yesterday as well, so it's not the sorrow and booze talking. I actually said that to other people all the time, but just never to you. I regret that. Every single dude I've talked to has said the same thing. I can't get your smiling face out of my mind. In fact, I can't even remember seeing you without a smile on your face. You made all the squadrons you were in a better place to be.

After I heard, I picked up the phone and called all the old bros I could think of. Everyone is crushed. I apparently had misprogrammed one dude's number in my phone when I transferred numbers from my old phone. I accidentally stored your number under his name, so when I tried to dial him your voice mail picked up and I heard your voice. I hung up quickly like a scared kid. Then I lost it man. It was awful. I keep thinking that maybe I didn't misprogram it after all and the Big Boss intervened and blessed me to let me hear your voice one more time. I deleted the number already, so I'll never know.

Sorry for the rambling, brother. The whiskey isn't dulling it, but I do feel a little better just having typed this.

"To the Boneheads, the Boars, the Furies, and all you other 'fricks'" (as you would say)

And to you, Gyro.
You are sorely missed my friend.