
This morning I got a call, that sadly puts me in the same company as thousands of other Canadians. A good friend Andrew Nuttall was killed in Afghanistan this morning.
The last time that I saw him was the first time that I saw him in uniform.
He walked into a summer wedding of a friend, in his uniform, standing tall and proud. I took him outside to take his portrait and he told me about his plans to go to Afghanistan at the end of October and his genuine excitement to get there and be of service.
Andy lived his life doing what he believed was right. Without fear of what could happen, and ultimately did. Here is the portrait that I took of him that night.