My good freind..
This is about my good freind Bob Gipson. Great guy to work with. He had a very dry sense of humer. When he made a funny, bubba it was funny...I worked and lived with Bob for almost a year now. Me him and a few others came back to the states over some bug bites are nothing fixen to go back to Iraq. (Been back state side to long, gotta go or Uncle Sam will rip me a new one.) Any way back to Bob, Bob was real supportive about me being sober. When we hit Dubia 2 weeks ago he sat outside with me and shot the shit with me while we waited on our planes. (I really didnt feel like hanging out at the bar) When I got to Houston he was late for his Dr. Appt. to make sure I found the hospital for mine.(thank gawd) Well we all went out to eat that night, little did I know that,that would be the last time that I would see Bob. Bob was killed the day after Christmas. We buried him today. There was more folks from Tall Afar there than his family. Sad,,Bob had the opporitunity to see his family and spend Christmas with them before he passed on. It will be strange not having him around back at camp. Amazing we could go through the most dangerouse place on earth. And something like this (a car wreck) could take a fine decent man like Bob Gipson. I was really impressed with the 4 gun slute, and the taps being played. Thank you Bob for being my freind it was an honer knowing you. *peace*