I saw a little ticker at the bottom of the TV that there were two choppers that went down in Africa and then I knew it was Donnie, and the military came by at 9:30 p.m. and said that he was missing and by 2 p.m. Saturday they confirmed that his body was recovered.
Anything about the military, he loved. He knew all about the equipment.
It's what he always wanted to do as a young child. It was his passion. He would just sit there and beam every time a chopper passed over the house.
He had a beautiful personality. A loving personality. A friendly personality. A friend everyone would want to have.
Just to watch the smile on his face when a chopper flew over. He died doing what he wanted. That was his passion and I know he was happy.
