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19 January 2004

About Mr.Coleman

Location : Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Mr.Coleman was my closest friend in the face of volatile climate. For the past 5 or 6 years, Mr.Coleman led a colourful and eventful life. We have endured missions to various mountains, lakes, waterfalls, backyards, beaches, rugby fields, isolated islands, numerous plane flights, boat rides, bus rides, remote jungles, all in various exotic locations. He was very much a summer person but when I needed him to protect me for a period of 3 months in the gale force winds of England's west coast, he withstood all that the weather lashed on him. For his service-beyond-self during that period of time, I awarded him the congressional medal of honour for the excellence he displayed in battling adverse conditions. He had outstanding character qualities and he was an exemplary role model for the invaluable code by which he lived - valour, honour and obedience without question. By the time I told him we were going to explore one of the furthest 4 corners of the Earth(New Zealand), I should have known that he may not be able to survive the mission. But I had no other choice as I had no one else to take his place. Mr.Coleman didn't show one bit of reluctance as he geared up for the eventual adventure and to perform his duty of protecting those that he loved. He fought courageously to prevent failure in the course of duty...however, age has caught up with him. New Zealand was his last mission and utter willpower was the only weapon he could use right till the last day I needed him. On that day, he breathed his last breath and he died fighting. The strain of being continuously on the move and protecting me in various terrain in New Zealand has taken its toll on him. His fly is now torn apart and water drips through him whenever it rains.

Mr.Coleman is my tent. I will miss that bastard. Thanks for the priceless memories, my "love-tent".

Posted by Ripcord at January 19, 2004 09:15 PM



You should bury your tent in ULU YAM and place a spot for him there for your remembrance. At least you can go there yearly to visit him. Here lies (R.I.P)MR. COLEMAN from 19.... - 2004. My deepest condolence to your fren...

Cheers... Roger

Posted by: Roger Hew at January 19, 2004 09:53 PM

I only met the venerable Mr Coleman once, in a back garden in Croyde. It was however a memory that has stayed. He allowed me to wake your lazy arse at around midday, even though he knew the shit you may give him for allowing me to wake you. He also backed me up over our discussion about on/offshore winds, and how the sound of the waves doesn't travel with an onshore wind. A true gent, he also made friends with my pillow and duvet(?) for a few weeks.
May he rest in pieces...

Posted by: Raphrider at January 20, 2004 02:58 AM

Sorry, OFFSHORE wind...

Posted by: Raphrider at January 20, 2004 02:59 AM

roger : oh man! ULU YAM days were just amazing! remember when we were taking a dump in the middle of the stream and a 4WD vehicle just casually drove past us? so when are we going there again? it'll be good to bury him with the first of my friends he met.

raph : i haven't returned you your pillow case, have i? your pillow and duvet saved me from those cold nights, mate. i still remember that! haha...

Posted by: ripcord at January 20, 2004 04:24 AM