By the Maker, this has been one of the worst weeks ever.
As you know, I'm in the US army and I have long since accepted what that means to my family and friends but every once and a while something will happen to just drive home the fact that I voluntarily put my life at risk for my family. I know that some of us joined up for the ol' patriotic reasons, heck even I have a really soft spot in my heart for the ol' red, white and blue.
But truth be told, I joined up because I was lost and this was the only place that I ever really wanted to be...and i joined because I need to do something to support my son, Ian-Michael, and Mellissa. Did I know that there were risks? Yes I did. But I gambled on the fact that there are only so many conflicts going on in the world and that my number would be a long time coming.
Enter September 11, 2001. Six months after getting to my first duty station I found myself packed on a C-17 headed for Kuwait in support of Operation: Enduring Freedom, three months later, it changed to Operation: Iraqi Freedom. As you probable noticed I should stay away from Vegas.
So I've been to Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan in the 5 years that I've been in the Army, all with my first Unit the Mighty 159th Medical Company (AA). In this time, wiht all the SCUDS and mortar fire, RPGs tossed in my direction and at those few I call friends, none of us have had any misshaps, injuries (unless you wanna count the time Talley ripped his ass open) or deaths...untill now.
Wensday night a great medic was killed doing what he was trained to do, medevacing a wounded soldier out of danger and into a UH-60A Blackhawk for transfer to a hospital. We were told Thurdays morning something had happened and they finally gave us tha actual news that he died right before we went home.
We've spent the lastweek getting ready for the worst thing in the army as far as I'm concirded...the ceremony...the Fianl Roll Call. by the Maker I hate that thing. I had to attend too many of them in the short time I've been in the army and this one is gong to fucking suck, unlike the others I've done, this one belongs to us, he's a sibling to the 159th...he was our brother.
I keep hoping that somebody's going to jump out and go "Psyche!" Right now I would love for that to happen but it's not going to. I'm sad, and I think I'm gong to be that way for a long time...
As you know, I'm in the US army and I have long since accepted what that means to my family and friends but every once and a while something will happen to just drive home the fact that I voluntarily put my life at risk for my family. I know that some of us joined up for the ol' patriotic reasons, heck even I have a really soft spot in my heart for the ol' red, white and blue.
But truth be told, I joined up because I was lost and this was the only place that I ever really wanted to be...and i joined because I need to do something to support my son, Ian-Michael, and Mellissa. Did I know that there were risks? Yes I did. But I gambled on the fact that there are only so many conflicts going on in the world and that my number would be a long time coming.
Enter September 11, 2001. Six months after getting to my first duty station I found myself packed on a C-17 headed for Kuwait in support of Operation: Enduring Freedom, three months later, it changed to Operation: Iraqi Freedom. As you probable noticed I should stay away from Vegas.
So I've been to Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan in the 5 years that I've been in the Army, all with my first Unit the Mighty 159th Medical Company (AA). In this time, wiht all the SCUDS and mortar fire, RPGs tossed in my direction and at those few I call friends, none of us have had any misshaps, injuries (unless you wanna count the time Talley ripped his ass open) or deaths...untill now.
Wensday night a great medic was killed doing what he was trained to do, medevacing a wounded soldier out of danger and into a UH-60A Blackhawk for transfer to a hospital. We were told Thurdays morning something had happened and they finally gave us tha actual news that he died right before we went home.
We've spent the lastweek getting ready for the worst thing in the army as far as I'm concirded...the ceremony...the Fianl Roll Call. by the Maker I hate that thing. I had to attend too many of them in the short time I've been in the army and this one is gong to fucking suck, unlike the others I've done, this one belongs to us, he's a sibling to the 159th...he was our brother.
I keep hoping that somebody's going to jump out and go "Psyche!" Right now I would love for that to happen but it's not going to. I'm sad, and I think I'm gong to be that way for a long time...
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such a shame to think of how many heroic deeds pass un-noticed by the masses in this world of ours.
you take care of yourself out there!