On 26 June, 2006 Rob, aka: Acidman, passed away. I never met Rob, nor have I heard him play guitar, but I have read him and I’m painfully aware that it is an understatement to say, “he was one helluva a writer,” but I’ll be gottdamned if he wasn’t. Over the course of my few years blogging, Rob and I exchanged a couple of emails and shared the same friends from the blogosphere, but most importantly, I always read his blog, Gut Rumbles.
I can’t say that we were friends, but I can say that I wish we had met for I’m certain we would’ve been. As a lifelong soldier, I’m honored to say that this nation and our military had no greater supporter than the Acidman and when it is my turn to fall-in on Fiddler’s Green, I expect to hoist a few with Rob, the Acidman. RIP you old bastard. Sgt Hook out.
Halfway down the road to hell,
In a shady meadow green,
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddler’s Green.
-Author Unknown
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