#1
I got word yesterday that a guy I worked with years ago died. Lemme tell you a story.

* Sorry if this is long. If you don't want to read, thats cool. Maybe this isn't the place for it, but a lot of you guys seem pretty cool.

I remember hearing someone yell "grenade out!" Then someone repeating it. That shit means a live grenade is close, so I'm jerking my eyes and head around and looking where not to dive. A couple seconds before this I remember some of the first US soldiers attached to our troops were joking that the Zhari District was not as bad as they had heard. Then the first Taliban rpgs hit and killed five of our guys. Defensive perimeter had partly collapsed and the insurgents were moving withing maybe 50 meters.
Our Canadian artillery whistled and shattered the air, the pounding of the shells was brutall and terrifying. The fighting was so close that shrapnel from artillery fired at the insurgents started falling on us as well. Shell casings rained down from the sky as helicopters did gun runs tearing up the tree lines. The artillery fired so many rounds that day the base fire department had to hose down the barrels to cool them.
The fighting built and built that day. Those motherfucker kept pouring on us. One house took five separate 500 pound bombs from air strikes, and the kept coming.
Finally our American attachment launched a frontal assault straight through the field, while we held the back trench trying not to get more fucked up.

One US Army Specialist attached to us that i became friends with, survived our full years tour and returned home in one piece. We kept in touch. Last I heard from him he had no job and was pretty down.

He was killed in a car crash. RIP brother. Thank you.
#4
Not perfectly relevant, but I've always liked this poem.

He was getting old and grouchy
and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he had fought in
and the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies;
they were heroes, everyone.

And 'tho sometimes, to his neighbors,
his tales became old hat,
all his buddies listened,
for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for ol' Lou has passed away,
and the world's a little poorer,
for a Ranger died today.

No, he won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
quietly going on his way;
and the world won't note his passing;
'tho a Ranger died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state,
while thousands note their passing
and proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories,
from the time that they were young,
but the passing of a Ranger,
goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution,
to the welfare of our land,
some jerk who breaks his promise
and cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow,
who in times of war and strife,
goes off to serve his Country
and offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
and the style in which he lives,
are sometimes disproportionate,
to the service he gives.

While the ordinary Ranger,
who offered up his all,
is paid off with a medal
and perhaps a pension, small.

It's so easy to forget them,
for it is so long ago,
that our Lou's and Tom's and Johnny's,
went to battle, but we know.

It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
who won for us the freedom,
that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
with your enemies at hand,
would you really want some cop-out,
with his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Ranger,
who has sworn to defend,
his home, his kin, and Country,
and would fight until the end?

He was just a common Ranger
and his ranks are growing thin,
but his presence should remind us,
we may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict,
then we find the Ranger's part,
Is to clean up all the tousles,
that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor,
while he's here to hear the praise,
then at least let's give him homage,
at the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline,
in the paper that might say:

OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A RANGER DIED TODAY.


Really don't care if people think it's cheesy. Replace Ranger with anything. Any unknown face.
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#7
I think the best thing we can do for our fallen brothers is to remember them.

I read your story. From time to time I'll remember it, and your friend.

Thank you.
“Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge.”
Charles Darwin
#8
Quote by Arby911
I think the best thing we can do for our fallen brothers is to remember them.

I read your story. From time to time I'll remember it, and your friend.

Thank you.


Appreciated
#9
Quote by Pastafarian96
Dread that poem is giving me feels

My sincere condolences OP.


Thanks man
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#10
Quote by TobusRex
My sympathies.

Appreciate it
the wicked flee when no man pursueth but the righteous are as bold as a lion
#11
sorry for the loss of your friend. nice to hear little bit about what its like over there. you guys are real brave heros.


thanks for reminding me of another hero who recently past away
RIP lemmy & robbmgdt friend!

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#12
Quote by Rocketface2112
sorry for the loss of your friend. nice to hear little bit about what its like over there. you guys are real brave heros.


thanks for reminding me of another hero who recently past away
RIP lemmy & robbmgdt friend!



Appreciate it brother but hero is not a word to describe me. Not in any sense or any way. Just did my job.
the wicked flee when no man pursueth but the righteous are as bold as a lion
#14
I salute your friend robbmgdt
And Dread, while I know the shit you guys all go through is nothing compared to what I am dealing with, I'm afraid my tear ducts are going to run dry son
That was an awesome poem.

OH, BTW, I saw a bumper sticker on a car yesterday that I think is appropriate here:

"If You Don't Stand Behind Our Troops, Stand In Front Of Them"
#16
Still not as bad as one of the guys that worked with me last year just recently got locked up for being a pedophile. He got caught online wanting to swap pics with a CIA agent or some shit.
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#18
Quote by aerosmithfan95 at #33892329
Still not as bad as one of the guys that worked with me last year just recently got locked up for being a pedophile. He got caught online wanting to swap pics with a CIA agent or some shit.


This is not relevant at all and makes you seem like a douche, just so you know.


I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Rob. May he rest in peace.
#19
Quote by MeTallIcA313
sorry for your loss man


Thank you man
the wicked flee when no man pursueth but the righteous are as bold as a lion
#20
Quote by MeGaDeth2314
This is not relevant at all and makes you seem like a douche, just so you know.


I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Rob. May he rest in peace.


Thanks brother, appreciate it
the wicked flee when no man pursueth but the righteous are as bold as a lion
#21
Quote by aerosmithfan95
Still not as bad as one of the guys that worked with me last year just recently got locked up for being a pedophile. He got caught online wanting to swap pics with a CIA agent or some shit.


Ok. "Still not as bad..." ? I didn't post this as a competition brother. Not sure what this has to do with anything.
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#22
Quote by CodeMonk
Hey Dread, can I post thta on my Face Book?


Doesn't bother me none, I didn't write it.
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