It was just another day in the morning of a soldier's life. We were up and doing by 05:30 and showered and
shaved and in line at the mess hall. Then it was time to start another day here in the desert. Far from
home in the land of Iraq. By 08:00 we were in formation and ready to move out. Everyone had a combat
load and we were all in full gear. Can't be to carful out here. It is just another long day here and the
weather is already hot. The gate opens, and it is time to move out. We will be glad if this is just another
long hot walk in the sun.
As we head out the gate, a chill runs threw me. But we are solider's we have a job to do. We chant
our slogan's and unit cree as we pass the gate. Gary Owen would be our's if we were part of the 7th Cav.
Our unit has it's own motto, but that is just to keep our spirits up. And the morning passes.
Around noon, we are about to call a hault and eat some MRE's. ( You know Meals Refused by
Eathopian's. ) Just as we settal in, there is some fire coming from the blds off to our left. A three man team
goes to take care of it when there is a lot of fire coming from all around us. And we are in a fire fight.
Everyone knows what to do, and we are running for cover, looking for the best place to be for our team
mates. I run to the center of the line and hit the dirt. Breathing hard for the moment trying to get some air
into my lungs. A mouth full of sand and all is well. As I lay there in the street, I can feel the sweat running
down, my face. I get my feet under me and then I start to run to be with Ron, and with Pete. A hundred
thoughts are running threw my head. Is there enough cover fire? Jump up run, count to 3 and hit the
dirt. Will Beth go out with me when I get home? ect.... Just as I am about to hit the dirt, (sand) again,
I feel a sudden jolt hit me. And I stager a step or two and try to carry on. But I just can't seem to think
clear here for a sec. I hear the guy's call for a medic, and I wonder who is hit. As I fall to the ground, I
have to wonder why everyone is rushing to me. Two guys grab my LBE, and drag me behind cover, and
I don't know why I was laying in the street here anyway. Then Doc shows up and is kneeling over me. And
I know that I got hit. "How bad is it Doc?" "Am I going to be ok?" But doc looks grim, and he isn't telling
me anything. Then Doc, gives me a shot of morphine, and I don't feel anything for awhile. I remember
"Dust off" coming in to get me. And then it goes dark.
.........Where am I? Why is it so dark here? Hey someone open the door and let me out of this small room.
At last, the door is open..... wait, this is a box, and now, I am being put in a casket. Wait, I can't be dead,
I am to young to die...... There is Mom and Dad, they will fix this so I can go with them. Dad don't cry,
It is just a mistake, I'm ok really...... Mom looks so haggered over this.........
The Preacher just read some scripture over my casket, this has to be a mistake. Dear God, I am only
20 years old, I can't be dead. NO don't close the lid, I'll be ok, really, just a min, I'll get up...... NO
DON'T CLOSE THE LID, I CAN'T BE DEAD. NO DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!!!!
NO, NNNNNOOOOOOOO.
Sorry, I'm not a good writter, just hoping to leave a thought in all your days for the Service member.
"All gave some, some gave All."
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