Death of a soldier

The Iraq war has claimed a great one.

Adrian and I worked together for two years as Resident Assistants in Akers Hall. I don't think you could find anyone in the building who could say a bad thing about him; he was always hardworking, decent, funny, and generous. He was an observer, with a half-grin that you knew there was something behind, and even though you knew, the witty comment always just sort of snuck up on you nonetheless. And Adrian just sort of had this aura about him where you couldn't help but trust him. Whenever I had duty with him, I knew that rounds would be a time of quick-witted conversation and jokes. And all the girls loved Adrian, so I knew plenty would come out to talk when we walked the building together.

I sent him an e-mail to his old msu account a couple of weeks ago to invite him to the Akers Hall reunion we're having on Monday. It bounced back. We'd lost touch, but I knew he'd joined the military, and knew he wanted to be an FBI agent. Wow, he would have made a great law enforcement officer. How sad. He'll be missed.