Ben and I met at the recruiting station in Findlay OH. We instantly became friends. I was only up there for a short period of time but he managed to get me a gig at Slap Stix until I had to head out, I still have my work jersey. We started running the DEP (delayed entry program) for the recruiters. We would arrange events like paintball and BBQ’s to get all the DEPs together. He constantly “hounded” me about becoming an Airborne Ranger, I joined as an Airborne MP instead. My Dad, whom Ben had an affinity for, is a retired SF Ranger. Started in 1st of the 75th and progressed from there. I wanted my own path. Out of 4 guys that signed ABN RGR contracts only Ben made it. 2 Tries, but he made it. I’ll never forget when he told me he didn’t make the cut his first go round, he was devastated. I didn’t find out that he qualified on his second round until I read his obituary in Bosnia. It was sent to me by our recruiter. Sad part is that I had been in theater for quite some time and managed to come home for RnR. I called Ben but we couldn’t sync up before I had to go back. I flew out July 3, WTH, who knew that would be the last time we talked. Ben is an amazing man and one hell of a Ranger. He will never be forgotten by those who knew him. Tomorrow, is the 17 year anniversary of his untimely death, a Saturday Nonetheless, It still hurts as bad as the day I found out. The craziest song has made all of these emotions come full force. “See you again” the Charlie Puth version, from Fast and Furious 7. I guess it’s because of the implications of the song and the movie. Rest in Peace Brother, Heaven has a special place for you. Heck, you already entered the gates with wings…..
