Memorial Day honors those that gave everything so that we could live free. That freedom is not shared by all. It requires sacrifice, sometimes even to death. There is no greater love than a man or woman willing to die for the freedoms we take for granted.
Jamie was the 3rd Musketeer to Sgt Owen Neal and I. He kept pictures of wolves on his side of the room because the spirit of the wolf reminded him to keep his soul free. He was my roommate and best friend. And I miss him, very much. He died tragically and his memory is painful to recall, even after all these years.
In honor of Memorial Day, I’d like to leave you with my favorite memory of him. Jamie was an idealist. In an environment that glorified violence, he advocated peace. He believed that men did not have to be excessively violent to be great soldiers, and he proved it with his life. He was courageous. He was kind. He was a dear friend.
If Jamie was still alive he’d want me to give a shout-out to the things he adored, mainly: Boston, Drop-Kick Murphies, and his family. He was a dear friend and sorely missed. To his friends and family, I salute you. To my friends and family, I love you. Have a happy and safe Memorial Day.