I remember a time when Guy and I were sharing a house in Port Arthur. We were both in ROTC at Lamar at the time and were pretty much broke all of the time. We worked together as supervisors at the Jefferson County Restitution Center until we could no longer stand it.
Many times we would jump on the bikes and just ride - east, west, north, or south until we hit the beach. He was fearless! We were young and bullet-proof!
Guy, I will miss you. I will always regret not calling you more. Shine on my friend.
We will all miss you Mr Glass. We had some great times and even better memories. The funniest memory I have of Guy was after an all nighter in Afghanistan we were headed North as the sun was coming up, or should have been headed North. I was following Guy and we were heading directly East. I asked him where we were headed and he said North back to Base. I said well that bright yellow ball coming over the mountains disagrees with you. He made a left turn and we got to where we were going (it was a GPS issue). I am sure your heading into the sun now Guy and that is the right direction this time. Fair winds and following seas brother.
What I remember most of Guy along with his joking nature is his infections smile ~ thank you for share that with me. You will be missed but remembered always!
Working at the coffee shop in downtown New Braunfels, I saw Guy rather frequently over the past 2 years. While most people tend to come and go after grabbing a cup of coffee or a sandwich, Guy would always be around to talk, offer a friendly ear, or lend a hand to someone in need.
When we initially met, Guy and I traded stories about our time in the Army, about Ft. Rucker, and his love for flying. While we never served together, I can say without a doubt that Guy was an exemplary Soldier and the type of person who would help a stranger without thinking twice about it. He certainly found a way to help me.
2 months ago, Guy approached me on a particularly bad day I was having at work. He asked what was going on, to which I replied that I had been having difficulty setting up an appointment for my football coaching internship I was preparing to undergo this fall for Texas State University. To be specific, many of my calls and emails at my desired internship location had gone unanswered, and I was becoming rather frustrated. I'll never forget what Guy told me.
"Sometimes, you've just got to can the politeness and show up on their doorstep. Let them know you're coming, but don't wait for a call back or an email. If anything, they'll respect you for being aggressive."
Following Guy's advice, I went to the intern site without an appointment. After 30 minutes, I had secured the position.
The last conversation I had with Guy was me telling him that I had been successful obtaining my desired internship site, thanks to his advice. He once again told me that if I needed anything, to let him know.
I mention this story because it seems that everyone I have talked to regarding Guy Stricklan says the same thing, that he was simply a great friend. Whether as a pilot, a friend, a family member, or a customer at a coffee shop, Guy was someone who always wanted to help. I just wanted to say thank you to a fellow veteran who took the time to know people, and to care. In a world of fast-food, the internet and instant gratification, Guy was never too busy for someone in need. Thanks for everything Chief, you won’t be forgotten.
I met Guy at "The Coffee Tree" in Taylorsville, Utah. Right away I knew he was to become one of my good friends. We had a great time laughing and telling stories while enjoying a cup of joe.
Guy was a very thoughtful friend. I had always had ferrets as pets and he knew how much I loved my little critters. When one passed away, Guy gave me a special gift. It was a piece of leather, covered in beige fur with little eyes and a nose. He told me that this is my ferret for life. It will always be with me and never pass away. That little fuzzy thing has moved with me three times and has resided on the top of my jewelry box for nearly 6 years. I now call it "Sammy."
Guy will be forever in our hearts and never forgotten.
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ReplyDeleteGuy, I love you man!
ReplyDeleteI remember a time when Guy and I were sharing a house in Port Arthur. We were both in ROTC at Lamar at the time and were pretty much broke all of the time. We worked together as supervisors at the Jefferson County Restitution Center until we could no longer stand it.
ReplyDeleteMany times we would jump on the bikes and just ride - east, west, north, or south until we hit the beach. He was fearless! We were young and bullet-proof!
Guy, I will miss you. I will always regret not calling you more. Shine on my friend.
We will all miss you Mr Glass. We had some great times and even better memories. The funniest memory I have of Guy was after an all nighter in Afghanistan we were headed North as the sun was coming up, or should have been headed North. I was following Guy and we were heading directly East. I asked him where we were headed and he said North back to Base. I said well that bright yellow ball coming over the mountains disagrees with you. He made a left turn and we got to where we were going (it was a GPS issue). I am sure your heading into the sun now Guy and that is the right direction this time. Fair winds and following seas brother.
ReplyDeleteElvis
The Guitar Destroyer has left the stage?
ReplyDeleteWAY too soon.
Its been five years and that old busted up thing is sitting in a corner, waiting for a tune up.
Still can't look at dirty linoleum the same way....
I will miss you.
Kermit
What I remember most of Guy along with his joking nature is his infections smile ~ thank you for share that with me. You will be missed but remembered always!
ReplyDeleteTravel on my friend.
Kathy Mahoney-Blanton
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ReplyDeleteWorking at the coffee shop in downtown New Braunfels, I saw Guy rather frequently over the past 2 years. While most people tend to come and go after grabbing a cup of coffee or a sandwich, Guy would always be around to talk, offer a friendly ear, or lend a hand to someone in need.
ReplyDeleteWhen we initially met, Guy and I traded stories about our time in the Army, about Ft. Rucker, and his love for flying. While we never served together, I can say without a doubt that Guy was an exemplary Soldier and the type of person who would help a stranger without thinking twice about it. He certainly found a way to help me.
2 months ago, Guy approached me on a particularly bad day I was having at work. He asked what was going on, to which I replied that I had been having difficulty setting up an appointment for my football coaching internship I was preparing to undergo this fall for Texas State University. To be specific, many of my calls and emails at my desired internship location had gone unanswered, and I was becoming rather frustrated. I'll never forget what Guy told me.
"Sometimes, you've just got to can the politeness and show up on their doorstep. Let them know you're coming, but don't wait for a call back or an email. If anything, they'll respect you for being aggressive."
Following Guy's advice, I went to the intern site without an appointment. After 30 minutes, I had secured the position.
The last conversation I had with Guy was me telling him that I had been successful obtaining my desired internship site, thanks to his advice. He once again told me that if I needed anything, to let him know.
I mention this story because it seems that everyone I have talked to regarding Guy Stricklan says the same thing, that he was simply a great friend. Whether as a pilot, a friend, a family member, or a customer at a coffee shop, Guy was someone who always wanted to help. I just wanted to say thank you to a fellow veteran who took the time to know people, and to care. In a world of fast-food, the internet and instant gratification, Guy was never too busy for someone in need. Thanks for everything Chief, you won’t be forgotten.
I met Guy at "The Coffee Tree" in Taylorsville, Utah. Right away I knew he was to become one of my good friends. We had a great time laughing and telling stories while enjoying a cup of joe.
ReplyDeleteGuy was a very thoughtful friend. I had always had ferrets as pets and he knew how much I loved my little critters. When one passed away, Guy gave me a special gift. It was a piece of leather, covered in beige fur with little eyes and a nose. He told me that this is my ferret for life. It will always be with me and never pass away. That little fuzzy thing has moved with me three times and has resided on the top of my jewelry box for nearly 6 years. I now call it "Sammy."
Guy will be forever in our hearts and never forgotten.
I love and miss you Guy!
- Lori Berman