May Blake Cripe, my closest friend, Rest in Peace.
Posted 28 February 2012 - 08:25 AM
(In case your curious how i know him, i'm Guardian Wolf's older brother and we attend the same school)
Posted 28 February 2012 - 08:29 AM
...At least he chose his time and place of passing.
I can only hope that no regrets and no pain will be known to him - may he rest in peace.
Posted 28 February 2012 - 09:01 AM
Posted 01 March 2012 - 03:29 AM
Posted 01 March 2012 - 04:07 AM
Stay strong mate.
Posted 01 March 2012 - 04:24 AM
gw - I'm so sorry for your loss.
I remember Blake Cripe...
Posted 01 March 2012 - 01:14 PM
I wish you could come back.
I know how you felt, I am in that same situation
I LOVE YOU BLAKE!!!!!!!!!
Posted 01 March 2012 - 07:19 PM
Posted 01 March 2012 - 08:11 PM
Posted 01 March 2012 - 08:27 PM
Posted 02 March 2012 - 07:38 PM
You have my deepest sympathies. I'll be praying for you IRL. I have been where you are, and I miss Jon still, 15 years later. There are people around you who truly care for you, and your loss; lean on them. May our Brother Blake find peace in the next life. May you find peace in this one. I weep with you.
Strength and Honor! Mercy, Grace and Peace!
Posted 02 March 2012 - 07:56 PM
A sacrifice prepared
Laughter lies on faces where the sun has never shone
The fear of life is strong
We are waiting in the forest deep and dark behind the wall
What is hidden in our hearts
Absolves of all worry when our fate is in the hands
Of a demon or a god
Porroh man come from the inside of time
Takes his dust from a moving line
On our knees with our eyes on the ground
Those once lost have now been found
Save us from all worldly pain
Save us from the glowing rain
Save us all from love and hope
May Blake R.I.P.
Posted 02 March 2012 - 07:58 PM
Posted 04 March 2012 - 05:19 PM
Posted 04 March 2012 - 05:26 PM
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Thats really cool dude : )
OT im really sorry man that sucks
Edited by Mason West, 04 March 2012 - 05:27 PM.
Posted 04 March 2012 - 05:58 PM
“Get them on the ship, I don’t care how!”
His heat in the red-line, he kept moving left and right, blocking any enemy forward movement. His frontal armour was shredded, nearly gone. His left arm lay on the ground somewhere behind him, the unfortunate recipient of a PPC shot.
“Sir you need to withdraw, we’re the last transport out. The enem-“
“I withdraw and no-one makes it off this rock. You worry about loading those civvies and that recon lance, I’ll worry about these ‘Mechs!” Blake growled.
A PPC and three large lasers smashed into a Jenner that poked its head over a hill, too close to the Leopard dropship on the ground. Blake fired three bursts as well, the first two shredded the left leg, the final pushed it over as the joint collapsed. Blake could see the ‘Mechbay of the Leopard even from here as he glanced back – they were tossing out anything they could to make room for hurt and hungry children… He turned back to the battle.
The enemy ‘Mechs, likely assuming they were facing a well dug in, larger force, were waiting before they assaulted his position. The Leopards PPC’s certainly added to that theory. Perfect, he thought, grinning.
Four enemy ‘Mechs – two lights and two mediums – never saw him coming as he flanked them to the right. He lowered the left shoulder of his Atlas, crashing into a Jenner, crushing its canopy between his shoulder and fist. Slow to react, the other pilots could only watch in terror as he turned, then charged into a Centurion, crushing its left arm and toppling it over. With a disgusted sneer he fired his AC/20’s through the cockpit and stepped on its chest, collapsing it as he strode through the shower of metal.
“Sir, we’ve completed boarding, but we think we’ve made room for you to-“
“Belay that, you take off now.”
Silence stretched on the line before the radio came to life again.
“You’ll be remembered for this, Commander Cripes.”
“Shut up and get out of here” was the only reply.
As the radio operator looking down, Leopard lifting through the atmosphere and still firing it’s weapons in support, the last thing anyone saw of Commander Blake ‘Hell Fist’ Cripes was his ‘Mechs right fist colliding with a Centurion, crushing what was left of its AC-ruined torso armour, as a rain of LRM’s fell upon him.
Posted 04 March 2012 - 06:34 PM
I can only offer the words of Thomas Gray--words that have brought me at least a bit of peace in times of sorrow:
"Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God."
Posted 04 March 2012 - 06:49 PM
Rest in peace, Blake Cripe. May your soul burn brighter than the brightest stars, and guide your loved ones home.
Edited by Kai Harper, 04 March 2012 - 06:55 PM.
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