Last Sunday 9 March 2014 my best friend and Indian brother died, Captain Ralph "RJ" Ward. He had a movie made after his company that many heard of "Black Hawk Down" and was the point man that was shot in the chest with an AK-47 when the Ranger's burst in to take Noriega out of Panama. He died with no fan fare, no remembrance, and was so disgusted with the way he was treated by the VA, that his last wish was to not be given a military burial because this was not the country he fought for. He was not only a decorated hero, but a devoted family man that was my brother in life bound by friendship and not blood.
I am still disgusted that my duty to work had to come instead of being at his bedside because of my assignment. I know that he understood, but the pain of not saying goodbye is shredding my insides. Guess I just needed to put this out there to pray for his wife. I now understand why Jesus raised Lazarus.