He deserves the Medal of Honor. He jumped on the grenade. He took the bullet for you. You owe him. Like a Matador, he distracted the large, raging beast of a friend away from your goal. He’s the Rodeo Clown making sure you get a good ride without getting the horns. He’s the Iceman to your Maverick. He’s the only one man enough, brave enough, to take one for the team. He rarely gets it, but he deserves a standing ovation.
Somebody grab that man a beer. Make that six, he isn’t going to want to remember this.
A Toast: To the Wing-Man