My fellow brother in blue has lost the hardest battle of all, the one of the mind. He was a great man to a fault, and I will miss him. I tried so hard to help him, to the point of losing him as a friend towards the end. I wish I could have done more and found some way to help him ease the pain. I'll never forget the times I had with him. We took vacations together, laughed a LOT together, shared some fucked up stuff from work, and helped each other through some really hard times. He really was a brother to me and I am happy to have known him, I just wish I could have talked to him one last time. I was just thinking about him yesterday and now I know why.
I first met Jon when we met up to herf at Edwards Air Force Base and he drove all the way to the north gate...everyone gave him so much shit for that...he took it in stride. Had a great time smoking cigars and eating some damn good steak after the tour. I heard about his passing from a fellow RSO employee last night and didn't put 2 and 2 together and realized it was him till I saw the PE.com article this afternoon. RIP Souldog
I'll never forget that day a 70 pound brick of concrete arrived at my door from Jon and Matt. Although we never met this is really sad to hear... You will be miss brother and thank you for everything you contributed here. Most of all thank you for all your hard work as an officer!