FRIEND
Bo and Chris posing in Chris’s living room. Their friendship covered many years and many miles, but always remained solid.
God sent an angel with the name of Chris Kyle
Guess he thought we needed one with some country style.
I was lucky enough to meet him when we were in the third grade.
Wasn’t long after that best friends had been made.
I can remember soccer, video games, playing outside and more, and who could forget the annual birthday BB gun war!
It wasn’t long before our parents sent us off to college.
That’s where we were supposed to gain all of our knowledge.
A little school, lots of parties, and rodeo too—those were the days of TSU.
After college, when life took us different ways, we would try to stay in touch and remember the glory days.
You would enlist in the Navy, take a bride, and fight for our nation; with honor and courage you would defend our salvation.
Because of your skill you would be nationally known but still would remain humble, a seed your parents had sown.
I was always proud that you weren’t blinded by the Hollywood light but stayed true to yourself with the end goal in sight.
To help your fellow soldiers with their struggles after war: it was something that you were called for and couldn’t ignore.
How tragic that is what took you away.
Thoughts of you pass through me every single day.
I know in time that my heart will start to mend
but God, please help me . . .
I’VE LOST MY BEST FRIEND!
I will always remember the boy that you were and the man that you became, but most of all I will remember your friendship!
MISS YA, BUDDY,
“THE MOOSE”