Phil Johnson
Rob and I were good friends back in High School. Unfortunatle we had lost touch on and off over the years.
Please join me in saluting Rob for his service in the U.S. Army Reserve.
Rest In Peace Rob old friend.
Whatever demons you had,
They cannot follow where you have now gone.
For if they do, you will be joined by your Brothers & Sisters In Arms.
They will help carry you though the fight!
When my time here is done and I have fought my final fight
I will go curving down the trail to seek you in your plight
Extra horse in tow, I’ll ride on through the night
When I come upon the scene to join you in the fight
Letting out a rally call with all my mortal might
And when we are done with that final fight
We will empty my canteen
Then mount up, ride back again
To join friends at Fiddlers’ Green
Phil Johnson
Rob and I were good friends back in High School. Unfortunatle we had lost touch on and off over the years.
Please join me in saluting Rob for his service in the U.S. Army Reserve.
Rest In Peace Rob old friend.
Whatever demons you had,
They cannot follow where you have now gone.
For if they do, you will be joined by your Brothers & Sisters In Arms.
They will help carry you though the fight!
When my time here is done and I have fought my final fight
I will go curving down the trail to seek you in your plight
Extra horse in tow, I’ll ride on through the night
When I come upon the scene to join you in the fight
Letting out a rally call with all my mortal might
And when we are done with that final fight
We will empty my canteen
Then mount up, ride back again
To join friends at Fiddlers’ Green