I found out yesterday that a fellow sergeant who I worked with at my last duty stationed passed away after a two year battle with leukemia. He leaves behind a wife and kids.
I did not know him well, but he seemed like a nice guy from the times I did encounter him. He worked in the squadron’s supply office. I had to go in there occasionally if I needed his signature on some piece of paperwork. The squadron was quite obnoxious when it came to signatures. Especially if one wanted to go on leave. If I needed to go to some type of training, then I ended up in his office for that, too, mostly because of the gear I was required to take to said training.
We butted heads, but not because we did not like each other. It was that we were two sergeants, who had two different views of the job, and those views did not see eye-to-eye.
I pray he is no longer suffering. I pray his family and friends are comforted in their grief.
Godspeed, Sergeant. Your battle here on Earth is over. Rest in peace, and may your loved ones see you again.