I just found out that my commo guy on my old team, Rigoberto Nieves. Who was my very best friend, Just got home from the Ghan and fatally shot his wife and himself. He was always the first guy in and the last one to leave. His wife, Teresa would come pick him up. Us three spent many a night in the team room drinking beer. Me and him were on a two man lazing team out of Bosnia-Herzogovina when we were bombing Serbia. He was the guy that went with me after every deployment to the carribean, central or south America to Panama to Brief the CinC. Me and him shared ALOT of misery together. One time in Bosnia, We had a rocket attack. They fired 8 M-80 rockets thru our house. (They are the soviet version of the LAW) Rigo was in the Ops room and a rocket came in thru the corner and went right behind him and hit our commo equipment stored in the corner. The Lithium batteries exploded and filled the room with toxic smoke. Rigo stayed in there calling for the reaction force and suffered permanent lung damage. On all our Counter Narcotics missions down south, besides making our commo shot everyday, he helped teach the SUT classes because he was an infantry guru (He was decorated in the Gulf war for stopping an Iraqi attack-he got the Bronze star with "V" device). I know I'm rambling, but God I loved this guy. I just feel like you guys are like my best friends...and this is really tearing me up, Bad. Hell, I can barely type right now. I just had to tell somebody, sorry.