Posted by Michael A. Glotfelty on December 25, 2009:

Mark was one of my closest friends, of which I have few. We not only served together in 3ID, but were brothers in arms through and through, never a doubt he would always come through. Once we left 3rd ID, we lost contact as often Soldiers do, only to be both in Iraq. We both would drive down the same streets, but one time he would not make it as I have so often. Far worse, I was wondering why he had not shot back from the last post chat we had, only to find his name on a plaque. On this plaque it did not list all the great things Mark had done, only the names of those who paid most dear while I was giving thanks on Thanksgiving day. Now year has passed for me missing my friend. Everyday I work from to my office I can see, the place now were my friend finally rested. I can say, my friend help me marry my wife, a gift that has seen no match, as the man supporting me on the right. The far-a-way church wasn't even a thought, for I was his friend and no distance was too far to support one's friend. Each year we watch the video of the event, to only laugh at the music that could be heard instead of your reading. That was Mark, he could always make you laugh. Mark was a friend, a person who brought joy to life. As I think of a toast which is part of where he now lies To those and those like us Dam few left And most of them are dead But for as long as my line lives and breathes, Mark shall live on, I'm the bearer of his story.

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