Thanks guys, I admit I'm still crying sometimes, even if I believe we'll meet again.
I'll write my memories about my wonderful friend as soon as I'll get back home. Surely listening to Freebird doesn't help
I've been lucky because I'm far from home since the end of September and I became used to be away from him, but Mom had to handle it all alone. She surely suffered more than me and I look forward to come back home, comfort her and cry on my friend's grave.
The day I departed from home he slowly walked out of the door and stopped between me and the stairs; he stood there stubbornly for some minutes, taking my hugs and kisses, and then he came back home. I'm sure he knew that was the last time we were together and he was willing to salute me.
And now I'm really crying... greetings,
Mauro.