28 November 2007
" A Message From my Brother"
For those of you who know me, you know that I have a brother currently serving in Iraq. He, too, is a medic and he, too, misses his family.
He just wrote something the other night that I thought I would share with you all. The holidays are coming so I hope that you keep this in mind when you are out and about.
And Mark...we are still all thinking of you.
"We all know what we see on the television late at night. A Nation at war with bullets that light up the night and explosions that almost seem to magnificent to be real. Of course there's always going to be that 35 year old man who still pretends to be a soldier and tells all his buddies he was going to join and become a Ranger or Special Forces, but decided for what ever reason not to and there will always be those who say that they've done there part by sending a package or mailing a letter, but always seem to drop off shortly after. We who walk here know what we see. Maybe not bullets flying or people dying, but still the disturbing sight will still stick with us forever. The ruff necks wish for a fight and to draw there weapons to inflict pain and death....me, i just wish for a day without death. I've done my part and mine wasn't to kill or strike fear into anyones hearts, but to save lives no matter who they are iraqi, american, or any enemy. When we all go home please remember one thing and one thing only. You were not here and did not face what we faced. You were not a ranger or green beret...or a soldier for that matter. Please just remember that most of us were just kids trying to serve our country when no one else would. We've given up so much so people could pretend to be something they are not in the privacy of there own homes and talk how they want. So when you see a soldier don't ask them how many people they've killed or what they blew up, but just tell them thanks and leave it at that. A simple thank you won't stop the nightmares or the PTSD, but it will let them know that they were not forgotten."
God Speed little brother.
Rounding Third and Heading Home,