Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The Empty Chair - Bill Nardin - RIP
Today, I have been informed that a follow gamer from St. Louis, MO, that I have known for twenty years has passed away on 11/21/11, after being shot in the chest in a case of ‘road rage’ while traveling through Texas with his wife. I will not comment about the incident as I only know what was published in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch news.
Bill was a master painter and kit-basher when it came to miniatures. I never ceased to be amazed at some of his work, especially his 1/285th scale Bosnian city that was built as a table top exercise device for the USMC Reserves in several events (which, I also had a fun time being a part of that training.) I know that he will be sorely missed within the St. Louis and other miniature gaming circle.
Below is a poem that has periodically shown up in a RPG comic, “The Knights of the Diner Table,” which is a eulogy for a lost gamer. I don’t believe anyone has ever been given credit for writing it, so I don’t know who the author is to give credit. While it is for a role-player, I think it also speaks true for all gamers.
The Empty Chair
Eulogy for a Gamer
There is an empty chair,
at the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
a friend once played.
The roll of his dice,
my ears long to hear.
Or perhaps it would suffice,
if he should suddenly appear.
With character sheet in hand,
and a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share.
All his friends would stand,
as he sat in the empty chair.
I hear his voice a-callin’,
and it ties my heart in a knot.
For he cries, “Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot.”
We conquered worlds on the run,
he and I in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both both friend and foe.
But what I long for most,
is our past now long a ghost.