To my brother.

They called us washed up,
as we stood together, yes, sometimes a little sauced up.
Our cause brought hope, and for that, he applauds us.
You know more about me,
to know that this is so painful, I have been crushed to both knees,

Yet even as I weep, I still see your hand there,
your contagious laugh and grin, you wipe my tears and pull me back upon both feet.

The last thing you said to me was "stay strong" you are my Brother, my main man and to the Maddawg we will toast and sing song!
Our bar stools kicked back, we arise off our ass to reminisce & clink glass, we the elite,
true masters of our craft, spreading our love while lining up shots and some brew to knock back.

To my best friend, David Joseph Deblanc,

this one is for you.

Here's to the toughest & most loyal member of our crew.


Your friend,
Michael D. Scannapieco

Its not goodbye my friend, its ill see you later. I love you brother.

Row me bully boys!
We're in a hurry boys!
We've got a long way to go!
We'll sign and we'll dance and bid farewell to France and its
ROW ME BULLY BOYS ROW!