Fallen Hero

Shame it is when the untalented and the inglorious walk the earth with such insipidness and indignance and men of honor are taken from us. Men of honor with such verve and talents that can help shape our future and keep us safe.

Men of honor with honest bravado and steely demeanour who sans question lay their lives on the line for the safety of the society who often applaud the merits of the untalented and the inglorious.

My friend Kevin Horkheimer aka Hork was that man, a man of steel with a malleable heart. The kind of man would gladly take the proverbial shirt from his back to wrap around one more needy. The type of man who would run like an olympian into a burning building or pull a lifeless body from a mangled pile of steel, all this while a family awaits his safe return.

The summers we spent in pursuit of the American dream while shedding blood and sweat are sublimated into my core, those summers were my introduction to manhood and you were the guide with your direction and iron will that allowed me to get there.

A man should be judged by not what he takes but by what he gives and my friend Hork has given more than most.

Those summers spent in pursuit of the American dream were filled with blood and sweat and now that you are gone I will shed a tear.

R.I.P Hork...