Ode to OSS : So We’ll Go No more A Roving

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    So we’ll go no more a roving,
    my dear friend OSS late into the night
    tho the heart is still loving as the moon is still bright
    For the mod badge outwears the sheath
    and the soul outwears the breast
    SO the heart must pause to breathe
    and love itself have rest
    Though the nights were made for trolling
    and the days return too soon
    Yet we’ll go no more a roving
    by the light of the our computer screens.

    OSS

    • Ole Saggin Seahawk
    • On Some Shit
    • Outdoorsy Sexy Senior

    He had many names.

    Welcome friends. We are here to pay homage to one of our dearest members who has recent left us for bigger and better ventures. He was a great man. A mild man. A man of few words. But a man is not remembered for what he has said. A man is remembered for his essence. An essence that will forever leave a light on SKA.

    There can be no injunction against a person whose such words reveal self, soul, spirit, mind, psyche. We have no right to force him to stay or go.

    So lets start with who OSS was.

    OSS came from an upper-class Cajun family in Louisiana. His family lived on a vast estate called the Chateau D”Haute Rive until his cousin Gilbert was forced to sell it. He learned to speak fluent Cajin French and play the accordian skillfully.

    His father was abusive, spanking him regularly, locking him in a rabbit hutch and making him wear dresses. All of his family soon died except for his dandified cousin Gilbert, who still lives in Lousiana while OSS moved far away from there to The Pacific North West to start a family.

    Although overweight, balding, and emotionally needy in his later years. OSS was a muscular, confident athlete with long flowing hair in his youth. Nicknamed “The OSSinator”, he held his high schools career touchdown record.

    But OSS’s bright future was derailed when he attended a Molly Hatchet concert and found his future wife passed out in his lap in 1991.

    OSS joined the military right after college. Serving as the military occupational specialty barber in the Army under Ft. Blanda’s H company, 10th infantry.

    The remaining pieces of OSS’s life are still a mystery as he is a very private man now.

    One thing is for sure. OSS and I may have not seen eye to eye all the time. But I loved him. We were two peas in a pod on the days we weren’t arguing.

    I just wish my love was enough for him to stay. I really do.

    Secretly I blame myself for him leaving, but I know that’s not fair to me. Hes a man that cannot be tied down. This was his carpe- diem moment. I hope he finds what he is looking for. I just hope he knows what he meant to me and I want saying thank you.

    Thank you for the memories, thank you for the friendship, Thank you for love.

    OSS you are one of a kind. God bless you and Farewell.

    *NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: I almost did not post this. But then I read it and found it made me cry real man tears and I believe this mea culpa comes from the heart. Come back OSS.

    As the American icon Abraham Lincoln once said, “There is no slight or betrayal worth abandon of those you hold dear,..  your internet friends.”

    Come back to us.

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    chriskeal

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