Yesterday Dirty called me to tell me a mate of ours had taken own life. Sarge; you were a great mate, but most of all a true aussie larrikin. You were larger than life always a huge smile on ya face and a stubby in hand. You knew how to give and take a flogging. Built like a brick shithouse hard as nails but a soft side to match. Worshipped your kids! You could drink piss like a champ. Drinks at Flannies and the Pint will never be the same. When it turned to shit you would be there, broken hand or not.
We will never get to ride together on your first Harley. I won’t get to show how great a dog Harley has become. No more jokes, SMS or BBQ’s. I don’t understand what drove you to this, but I hope you now have the peace that you couldn’t find in life. I just can’t believe you are gone most of all at your own hands! WHY!
REST in PEACE