Wizzy was one of those guys I always enjoyed fighting both with and against. When I first started tanking in AH, it seemed he could always long-range snipe me and I could never find him. When playing on his side, he was always a fun guy to be around.
I'm sorry I missed the impromptu memorial for him. So, while thinking about the things mentioned above today at lunch (and as self-appointed AH poet laureate) I wrote this quick little poem in memory of Wizzy. Hope you like it:
Tiger on the Hill (For Wizzy)
My tracks squeaking, I roll to the fight
From grove to grove, to keep from sight.
BANG! I’m towered. Who got the kill?!
‘Twas Wizzy’s Tiger on the hill.
Out for vengeance, I circle the spawn.
Ping-Ping! What’s that? My wing is gone?
Oh, Wizzy’s Wirble, another skill
Beyond the Tiger on the hill.
Around the camp, with jokes to tell
And a raspy laugh we knew so well.
Someone quick to make us smile
While sniping tanks beyond a mile.
Fondly remember, we always will
Wizzy and his Tiger on the hill.