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