I know nobody looks at this journal anymore
But this is where I met the man
Yesterday we lost a good man to cancer.
He had been fighting leukemia successfully since about 2014.
8 days ago, his doctors notified him that he had developed a carcinoma in his lungs, of a type that had a 20% survival rate over 5 years.
He made it one week.
In 2010, when I was about to be sent to Afghanistan, and was sent to Atlanta for in-processing from reserve status to active duty, he met up with me, and took me out, to make sure that I had dinner with a friend before I went over season to the fire.
He didn't need to do that, he went out of his way to take care of me.
Were we really good friends? No, but we traded a lot of war stories back and forth, and talked about our progress in the various crafts of which we were members.
And he's gone now, and I fucking hate it.
Goodbye, brock-tn: you were a good man, and I hope we meet the next time around.
Yesterday we lost a good man to cancer.
He had been fighting leukemia successfully since about 2014.
8 days ago, his doctors notified him that he had developed a carcinoma in his lungs, of a type that had a 20% survival rate over 5 years.
He made it one week.
In 2010, when I was about to be sent to Afghanistan, and was sent to Atlanta for in-processing from reserve status to active duty, he met up with me, and took me out, to make sure that I had dinner with a friend before I went over season to the fire.
He didn't need to do that, he went out of his way to take care of me.
Were we really good friends? No, but we traded a lot of war stories back and forth, and talked about our progress in the various crafts of which we were members.
And he's gone now, and I fucking hate it.
Goodbye, brock-tn: you were a good man, and I hope we meet the next time around.