Apr 08, 2007 23:59
I talked to him leaving the ship Friday at around 1900. Not an hour later he was dead. It is unreal, the frailty of the human body. And this man was strong. He could have been a Navy Seal. I remember finding out about it coming in after running a few miles Saturday morning.
Jarred was out running too, we met up in the elevator. I punched in my floor number and his.
"Hard day," he commented.
I thought it was a fairly obscure reference to the day. It had just started, and I didn't run all that hard. I asked him what he meant and he told me about T.
It felt unreal. It felt like when I learned about Holly G. back in Latin class in high school. Or Tim M. in advanced math. Except even more so. I knew ET3. I lived onboard with him. We worked out together sometimes. I was on watch with him a few times on deployment. We had the same dental exam schedule. For about five months I ate, worked, slept, and relaxed at the same place as this guy. We even shared the same first name.
Jonathan,
You will be remembered always as a friend.
Even though you came aboard just a few months ago you managed to make friends with damn near everyone on the ship and not one of us went the day tearless when we learned we lost you.