In a couple of weeks, my friend and Kung Fu "brother", Chris, will be heading for Iraq.
For those of you who weren't here for my Black-belt saga, Chris is the really big guy who gave me the merciless "beat down" for my sparring match at the end of my test. Exhausted, sore, mentally and physically drained, I had to go three minutes non-stop fighting this guy who probably outweighs me by close to 100 LBS and is a good eight inches taller than me...and who does 150 mile bike races for "fun" and charity.
I could hardly lift my hands above my waist, but Chris came at me like a freightrain, and got the adrenaline going so I could not only lift my hands, but hit him hard enough to spin his head-gear around sideways once, and cave his belly in enough to make him give out a "whoofing" noise.
I don't really remember much of that fight (I was somewhere else in my head, cross-country skiing), but suffice it to say that it had the "buddy-cop" effect.
Chris is kind, good-natured, competative and generous. He's a good man, and a good friend. We'll all miss him, as will his wife and his German Shephard, Axel.
Good luck, Chris, keep yer head down, and thanks for serving.