Think it was my first night in AH. Your squad was engaged in gv operations. I'd say over a dozen gvs dug in against as many if not more. Classic gv spawn battle. I came in with a b25h. My Great GPA piloted Mitchell's over Burma so naturally I gravitated to it right away. I didn't have a clue what was going on I just saw that fight and shot at red. I remember you trying to shoo me away thinking I was trying to grief and your grandpa in his wonderful demeanor both discouraged your rebuke and encouraged all forms of game play. I didn't have a mic but I promise it made me feel warm and I kept coming back.
I never got close to your GPA but I spent time winning the war with him and He is missed.
Also miss flying with you peanut. We were young and loved bombing. Yep I was a drunk fool many times but we had great times and moved lots of mud together for the bish.
Those days seeing your Gpa's name in shining lights are greatly missed and cherished
