“Hello dear friend,
hope you had a great day as mine
Confirm affirmative Roger out”
That was his pick-up line when he slide into my DM.
It was a good one because I was unable to ignore him so I responded,
“LOUD AND CLEAR”
That’s how our friendship began.
He nick named me ”Charlie-Hotel-Echo squared” when I started referring to him as “Kilo-Alpha”.
My attachment program exposed me to radio communications. So we were able to communicate. It was fun and he was kinda very funny.
He was based in Somalia that time. Working to ensure that Al shabab bandits don’t destroy innocent lives and property. He enjoyed every bit of it and made it known to me.
As our friendship grew, we shared more about our daily live activities. Shared ideas, brain stormed stuff , among others. Our friendship became a productive one.
I learnt about war and Somalia through him. He only allowed me to know what a civilian is allowed to know, if you are wondering. He shared the his experience in the war-zone country. It seemed like he was using me as his exhaling buddy. And I was happy to offer him a listening ear.
His wife was based in Dubai. A very hardworking woman and beautiful. He was very proud of him and worked very hard to keep her happy. He talked about her very much, especially when he thought he was about to face a difficult situation.
He lived as if it was his last day. And the amazing part, he was passionate about his work. He was passionate towards his job. Being a soldier was his childhood passion. He didn’t become a soldier for money or need of a job but to ensure safety of the many vulnerable people.
He may have never realize it. But as we shared our experiences, I learnt a lot and embraced life with a very different perception. He made me see life as a gift to be treasured. Appreciate the need to embrace and work on my passion. Simply living with a purpose without caring too much on the money making part.
Sometimes it was painful to chat on the things he was experiencing. He really made me scared but I had to pretend for the sake of not pulling him down. He allowed himself to be vulnerable with me. Which was scarily at first. He loved country music and sharing positive vibes plus bible verses. He was extra-ordinary.
Then something happened, and this time was different. He went silent and didn’t respond to any messages. I wasn’t worried at first, because it happened and we could catch up later. When he gets to a place with network. So I assumed, this was one of those times.
As I stayed hopeful that he will eventually message back, my hope were shuttered down by a very sad breaking news. The soldiers had been ambushed by the bandits and several soldiers lost their lives. I went into a denial state. And convinced myself that he was among the survivors.
Days passed but Kilo Alpha remained silent. Then reality finally caught up with me. His Facebook account was deleted. It was like he never existed there. Kilo-Alpha was no more, he was among those who lost their lives.
It pained so much to a point of making me experience several episode of extreme stress. I lost my best friend. We never got an opportunity to meet physically. But he secured a place in my heart. He gave me useful lessons in life. Brighten my dull days and above all, made me believe in my passion again.
Kilo Alpha you are my hero. I hope the next life is more interesting and nice to you. You left empty spaces in our hearts. But gave us reasons to live purposeful.
”Kilo Alpha Confirm affirmative Roger out”
I hope the answer is:
“LOUD AND CLEAR”.
Goodbye till I see you again.