David Punt

Dave was a combat veteran, a fellow veteran, a husband, a retired police officer—but to me, he was something even more personal. He was a father figure, a true friend, and a steady source of love and strength in my life. There’s no shortage of words I could use to describe Dave—kind, respectful, strong, intelligent, selfless. But none of them feel quite big enough to hold the full measure of the man he was. He had a way of showing up right when you needed him most. In my darkest moments, Dave found ways to make me laugh, to bring light back into the room, and to remind me—without ever needing to say it—that I wasn’t alone. He loved and cared without judgment. Never once did I feel like I had to earn his support. He gave it freely, without condition, without hesitation. And those hugs—those incredible bear hugs. If you were lucky enough to be wrapped up in one of Dave’s hugs, you know what I mean. It was like being held by someone who could protect you from the entire world. In those arms, you felt safe. You felt seen. You felt loved. Dave carried a quiet wisdom. He never needed the spotlight—his presence was powerful all on its own. He lived with purpose and dignity. He gave and gave, often without being asked, always without complaint. Whether it was his country, his community, or the people he called family—he served all of us with everything he had. And even in the end, he left this world peacefully. I’m so grateful for that. Because a man who gave so much, who endured so much, deserved peace. And I’m grateful—deeply, deeply grateful—to have known him. To have been loved by him. To have called him family. Dave, thank you for your laughter, your strength, your wisdom, and your love. Thank you for the memories and the moments that will live on in the hearts of everyone you touched. I will carry you with me, always. Rest easy, my friend. You’ve earned it.

What "?great" times we shared in the ED. Of course, my favorite memory was New Year's Eve 1999/2000 .... my bright idea of shooting off fireworks on Bench instead of my driveway ... and who was parked down the street in their patrol car.... you! Your "encouragement" that that was not the best idea :-D ! Until we shoot fireworks off together again ... Enjoy the afterlife ... I'd tell you to be good, but I know better

Pat Bentz and I spent Friday before his passing, planning a LS6 for his Camero and sprucing up the paint. No words just horrific sadness and loss. Tom Craft

Dave I will always remember joking with you about our childhood dirtbike endeavors and how our folks ever let us on them. I'm sorry to miss your service but know I will see you in Heaven. Love ya brother