Portal en Memoria
de mi Hijo
Francisco Javier Martín Ruiz Gómez, nació el 13 de Febrero de 1965 en la ciudad
de Lima, Perú. En 1986 ingreso al Ejercito de los Estados Unidos de America,
sirviendo como mecánico de helicópteros en Fort Rocker Alabama. Fue seleccionado
para seguir el Curso de Oficial Piloto del Ejercito Americano.
Frankie is Dead
Frankie is Dead. What started out as a normal day ended as a day that changed
my entire perception of life. It was a beautiful summer day. One that seemed
as though nothing bad could happen. However, I will remember June 18, 1996 for
the rest of my life. I woke up Tuesday morning with my usual hangover from the
night before.
Tribute To CW2 Francisco Javier Ruiz
Tribute To CW2 Francisco Javier Ruiz. Francisco Javier Martín Ruiz Gmez Chief
Warrant Officer Francisco Javier Ruiz was a great husband, son, brother, and
friend. The most important thing in his life was his love for his wife, family,
and friends. His conversations were dominated by words about those that were
special to him.
Tributo al CW2 Francisco Javier Ruiz
Tributo al CW2 Francisco Javier Ruiz. CW2 Francisco Javier Ruiz era un gran
esposo, hijo, hermano, y amigo. La cosa mas importante en su vida fue el amor
por su esposa, familia, y amigos, sus conversaciones fueron dominadas por palabras
sobre aquellos que le eran especiales a El. El amor de su vida era su esposa
Lisa. A Francisco le sobrevive su padre Emilio, su madre Candida; sus hermanas
Malena, Karen y Jessica, sus hermanos Emilio y Enrique; sus abuelos paternos
Emilio y Zoila Ruiz, sus abuelos maternos Gerardo y Aleida Gómez.
A YEAR AFTER
A YEAR AFTER. CW2 Ruiz was born in Lima, Perú on 13 February 1965. He entered
the Army in 1986 andserved as a helicopter repairman at Fort Rocker-Alabama.
He was selected to attend the Warrant Officer Candidate Course, and he graduated
from Flight School as a UH-60 pilot in 1990.
MI ADIOS
Mi Adiós. NO TE AFLIJAS POR MI, POR QUE AHORA ESTOY LIBRE. ESTOY SIGUIENDO EL
CAMINO QUE DIOS PUSO PARA MI. TOME SU MANO CUANDO OÍ QUE ME LLAMABA. ME VIRE,
DI MI ESPALDA Y LO DEJE TODO. NO PODÍA QUEDARME OTRO DIA PARA REÍR, PARA AMAR,
PARA TRABAJAR, PARA JUGAR. TAREAS QUEDARON SIN HACER, DEBE QUEDAR ASÍ, HALLE
ESE LUGAR AL FINAL DEL DIA.
Email from John A. Conwell
Email from John A. Conwell. Sir: Please forgive my intrusion and accept my deepest
regrets and sympathy inthe loss of your son and one of the brethren. This past
weekend, JFK, Jr. passed away and people who don't know him or were even affected
by him in their daily lives will mourn his passing, yet every time one of our
true fellow aviators passes on there is only the family and the brotherhood
to mourn his lost. In my twenty years I lost many brothers and although I did
not know your son personally, I knew who he was...He was the guy who was always
poring over his logbook, his map sheets, his -10 and his WarBook to ensure that
he was ready for the mission and all the unexpected events that just naturally
arose in day to day Army Aviation missions.