poolboy6

There is something that comes with my line of work that means I will lose too many friends too early. There is a sad resignation when it's one of my fellow soldiers. The feeling that I have now is nothing like it. The only time I can compare was the death of my mother. This is a close second in strength.

John Finnegan was one of the good guys. I met him at my first NERO weekend, in October of 1997. He was there, as always, welcoming new players with an enthusiasm that was unparalleled. John always approached the game with the goal of making sure that everyone involved had the most fun possible. And that's how he approached life as well. I struggle to think of anyone else I have known who was so giving and caring.

I want to write more, to match the feelings in my heart for JTF, but I can't. I can't find words to describe my sorrow.

I'll miss ya, big fella.