They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
I knew him only as my fellow FReeper and pal, Kenny Bunk. That does not mean that I will not miss him, nor be amazed when I sometimes remember him at the oddest time, the recollection triggered by the oddest thing.
I recall the time that I first remember crossing words with him here, years ago; another FReepoer was looking for an assist, and he thought I might be the guy who could manage that. He may have had an opinion of me a notch or two too high, but I'll try to live up to it.
See ya around, pal.
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Oh, thank you. I miss him so much!