Author Topic: I just lost a close friend.  (Read 4840 times)

One of my best friends, Robert Greniger, died July 12th in Afghanistan. He was the guy who convinced me to join the rangers. For forgets sake I wasn't having the best day so far anyways. I got a call from his mom at around 6:30 AM and she explained what happened. He was killed in Helmand, Afghanistan. I don't know what to do. I'm loving losing it, but this still doesn't affect my decision to fight in Afghanistan. I'll actually fight with a bigger purpose now. Sorry if this doesn't make any sense really but i'm loving losing it.

sorry for your loss
i always feel bad for those people who die in the wars... like, why were they there in the first place? oh yeah, the government?

Sorry bro. Just remember he'll be in your heart forever.

If it makes a difference I've known this guy since freshman year in high school. I just finished my sophomore year of college.

forget man, I'm sorry... I know what it's like to lose a close friend... Kick some ass out there for him.

Don't worry you'll be fine. But if you need a hug I'- I might be here. Or I;ll be playing Blockland.

Sorry I'm not really good with stuff to say.

I can't imagine what that must be like. I am also very sorry to hear of this.

this still doesn't affect my decision to fight in Afghanistan. I'll actually fight with a bigger purpose now.

Amazing.


Sorry. I'm here for ya.

War is loving stupid and killing anyone regardless of the reason is disgusting.

Go to afghanistan and hide under a rock for two years and earn free college. Just don't kill anyone :|

War is loving stupid and killing anyone regardless of the reason is disgusting.

Go to afghanistan and hide under a rock for two years and earn free college. Just don't kill anyone :|


So if someone came into your house and raped your mother then slowly cut her head off with a knife, and one day you meet the man that did it and you have a chance to kill him you wouldn't do it?
« Last Edit: July 15, 2011, 08:11:04 AM by Shinji »

So if someone came into your house and raped your mother then slowly cut her head off with a knife, and one day you meet the man that did it and you have a chance to kill him you wouldn't do it?
Nevermind, my sleepy hippie self said that.

Killing is loving sweet.

Go kill every person you see. When you come back, mail me an ear as a souvenir


This is for the starfishs who want proof:

http://freedomremembered.com/index.php/lance-cpl-robert-s-greniger/

Anyways, here's the story between us. When I was in 8th grade my step-dad got his job moved to Minnesota. I loving hated the state but whatever, this guy basically introduced me to everyone I know now from that state. After 2 years it got moved to Indiana but we kept in touch and I we met up during the summer. Last year he tried to get me to join the marines but I said I wanted to gun in an Apache, so he convinced me to join the rangers. Last I heard from him was a few weeks ago after I told him I was joining.
« Last Edit: July 15, 2011, 08:23:56 AM by Shinji »

Stay strong Shinji.

Not only must it be a shock, and no doubt very sad, but perhaps even a scary reality check on what being in war is about.