I am amazed at the love and mad respect that one man brought to everyone on this forum and in this game just by being who he was, a rock solid individual. I also remember the first time that Duck shared with me the full diagnosis and most likely outcome his doctorshad for him. If i remember correctly, NJ and one other MOM I recall was with me, or maybe it was Swop and NJ. At first I refused to believe what he was telling me, and I was urging him to get a second diagnosis, or a third - I was PMing like crazy trying to find out who we knew in our network that could perhaps get the miracle cure for his infection.
What amazed me most was how much at peace he was. It probably was the bravest thing I've ever seen, to look your own mortality right in the eye, accept the inevitable, and be able to help your friends and comrades deal with it and accept it as well. I've called Duck a badass on several occaisions, not just for the courage he showed us all personally the last few months, but also for the fact that he was a soldier who volunteered to risk his life many times over with each deployment, and there were quite a few; he probably was just as much as a terror with a weapon as he was with a biplane!
That being said, Duck wouldn't allow any of us to feel sorry for him or in any way to take pity on him, or even take it easy on him in the game. He was skilled enough with his planes and tanks to remind us what he could STILL best us with one hand during the last few weeks! I mourn my friend, and I will really miss him, and I don't profess to have known him half as well as most of you, but the Duck I remember was always circumspect, sincere, kind, repectful, and most of all, a fierce competitor. I wish I had a hilarious Duck story to share with each of you, but whenever he flew against me as a red, the story was pretty brief and usually ended up with me picking up the pieces of my shot up plane or tank!