Robert Pirelli

That story on Boston.com, just under the headlines there, that one about the Franklin soldier...

http://www.boston.com/news/globe/city_region/breaking_news/2007/08/franklin_soldie.html

That story is about my roommate, Robert Pirelli, whom I shared my senior year with, along with three other Huskies from 2000-2001. We met our freshman year when he befriended my roommate Laura. He became a common presence in our room and we in his, he lived just above us on the second floor on the other wing of Stetson West. Liz and I would frequently seek out our "Robby" in the evenings because he had somehow managed to have a double room all to himself, which meant lots and lots of space. We typically caught him en route from shower to room, but he never cared, he always stopped to talk to us, even if he was only in a towel, he was just that confident. We'd invite him out and he would say no, but remind us to be safe. People say that boys and girls of that age cannot be just friends, but I assure you that Rob did not buy that and neither did we. Rob and I haven't really been in touch since graduation, but I have been thinking about him more and more with this endless War in Iraq. He has been enlisted since 2003 and in Iraq since March. College educated and ambitious, Rob could have done many other things with his life, but no one was surprised to learn that he had enlisted and nor were they surprised to hear that he was a Green Beret. Rob played hockey. He was a goalie and even when his parents tried to get him to play another position, he just strapped couch cushions to his legs and off he went, undeterred. Rob was the kind of male friend every father hopes his daughter makes in college. If a boy dared to wrong one of his friends, he was right there, ever the protector. I always felt confident and safe with Rob at my side and even when we lived in off-campus non-university housing, if Rob was home, I never worried. It wasn't all puppies and lemondade, we were roommates afterall, but Rob was the kind of person that you couldn't, just couldn't stay mad at. Ask Steve about the first time he came to pick me up at that apartment and I made him wait 10 excuriating minutes upstairs with my male roomies. He and John were quite imposing, until later when he got to see the real them, especially Johhny walking around drinking caucasians, though you would never catch Rob drinking. He never did. He would go out with us, laugh at us being fools, and walk us safely home. He had greater aspirations in life and he wouldn't want any misbehavior to get back to the powers that be. And he was funny. He knew how gullible I was and used it to his advantage many many times. He drank more milk than any person I have ever known. Rob had an infectious smile and a hearty laugh. He worked out in the gym religiously every single day. He was the perfect picture of health. He was a good soul, with a tragic ending and the world seems less bright without him in it.

Thinking and remembering Robby today... Sending thoughts to this brave soldier's family and to Anne, Johnny, Frank, Liz, Kevin, Bruce, Laura, and all the people everywhere who were so fortunate to have their life intersect with his for even a passing moment.

Please end this war....

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous6:55 PM

    as if I hadn't cried enough over this today. So funny that you mention that infectious smile- when I close my eyes, I can still see that smile, so clear, almost saying "how can you be sad?" It seems not fair that someone who had care, compassion, concern and love for EVERY single person that entered his life should be lost...

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