Senior Airman Michael Gies, my buddy, and Brigadier General Garryl Sipple, my boss and commander. 

Mike there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you and I always see you watching out for me.  I miss bullshitting with you.  Almost thirty years later I still stop at gates going on base and talk to the SP manning the gate.  You’d be proud of these kids Mike, they’re good.  Truth be told Mike, they’re better than we were and we were pretty fucking good.

General, there aren’t many of your caliber.  Mike was an SP, you would have liked him.  Whenever I was asked what the traits of a good leader and officer were, I would describe you and how you would go out at oh-dark-thirty and sit with some young SP on some post where it would invariably be wet, cold, windy, and miserable (I think that describes just about every post I ever stood) and keep him company.  That little gesture inspired incredible loyalty, immense pride in being a Wolfhound, and led people to always do more than they thought possible.

I remember.  I will not forget you.