Gonna miss you a lot. You were one of the closest friends I ever had. thank you for all the years of friendship and encouragement.

Jan 5, 2024 - Rest In Peace old friend...

Tonight you had a fabulous send off complete with a nuking @ the warpgate and a nuking at the final with continent lock. A perfect finish that would fill you with rage and joy.

It was a pleasure to serve and ride with you.

If you see me on the road; pull over pick me up. If you see me in Planetside; keep a gunner seat open for me.

You touched many hearts and lives in the most positive way. May we carry on that tradition in your honor.

You may be gone but never forgotten.
Till we meet again...

I don't know if we ever met on the battlefield, but go get em' soldier, wherever you may be now. Fly high Raven o7

Raven, my Trucker, Gamer, and Friend of all else, I'm gonna miss you. Thank you for letting me join you on your many trips. While there's many words that come to mind, simply put, and to save me from more tears, Well lived and save a sunset for me. I call shotgun!

We didn't interact much, but as travelers are wont to do, they sometimes bump into each other and share the same path.

You were willing to welcome me all the same despite what I am.. You really knew your way around a Vanguard and there are few I can think of who can match that. You were always ready to give your state of mind because that's how you were.

It was calming yet also heartwarming to have such a glimpse into what you did in the world as well.. And when you think of it, driving your truck was much like roaming the Mohave, and eventually, you had reached your final destination for this cycle.

A cycle well lived, brother...

War. War never changes. It is the duty of a Courier to make their delivery. Against any odds, fighting through the worst of conditions. The life of a Courier is a state of war against time. Beating deadlines and exceeding expectations. A Courier must travel long and hard, across vast distances and navigate both the known and not. Raven did all of these things and more.

Some of us closest had the distinct pleasure of riding alongside him on his trips along the open road in his truck. Some of us fought alongside him in countless hours of games. Each of us had the distinct honor of knowing a man unfiltered and proud. Unashamed of convention or contrivance, enduring and always eager to bend your ear as he was to give you his own.