A good friend of mine was killed in Iraq a week ago. I am going to miss him.
He was one of the finest people I have ever met. So positive. He could find good in just about anything or anyone. If you were down or discouraged, he would encourage you and help you get back onto the right path.
He had a wonderful sense of humor, never shying away from playing the clown if he could cheer someone up. Even at his own expense.
Nobody ever had to make friends with Scott. He was your friend soon as he set eyes on you. Not just an aquaintance, a genuine friend. He gave a bit of himself to everyone he met. Old friend or new friend, it didn't matter. If there was any way he could help you, he would.
He was a doting husband and father who adored his wife and two children. Whenever he spoke of them his eyes would light up and a huge smile would light up the room.
He was a retired Marine Corps officer who joined the national guard. He didn't have to join up. Knowing him, he probably did it because he thought he could use his experience to save the lives of some of the young recruits in the guard. To help train them so they would be better prepared for what faced them in iraq.
He will be laid to rest in his home town tomorrow.
We're all going to miss you Scooter. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to call you my friend.
