One of our dearest and best friends was killed by a roadside bomb this week in Afghanistan. I've written about "Carlos" many times in the past, but I hoped and believed I'd never have to write something like this.
Everything I try to say sounds so maudlin and wouldn't begin to do him justice.
But the truth is there are a countless number of broken hearts tonight, mine and Jethro's among them.
I am ashamed to say that I didn't take the news with anything resembling courage. I want to be strong and brave just like he was, and I will try, but he was simply on another level.
I know in my heart why he went, and I know in my heart why he fought. And I will carry that with me for the rest of my life. His fight will be mine.
He left his job, his family, his girlfriend and his friends to make a better world for those who had nothing, and he deserves the sleep of the just.
Rest in peace my brother and my true friend. I loved you and will love you always.
More Carlos stories here, here, here, and here.
Jethro shares his remembrances.
And I would like to thank Dick for being around tonight.