Tonight my battalion held a memorial ceremony for the brothers that we lost while in
How do I even begin a post like this?? We lost 8 men in combat operations. Tonight their family and friends came to Twentynine Palms to help us remember them. But what can we possibly do that will ease the pain of their passing? There is no salve that will help close the wounds of their loss.
I think about two of those eight men every day. Walking down streets or through the mall I see
Events today opened the floodgate of memories and emotions surrounding their deaths. Today I saw Kyle Rosenberger, or the former Sgt. Rose, for the first time since Howey was killed. The last time I saw him he was stomping back on a broken leg from the Humvee that Howey was driving and that was hit with an IED. After handing him a radio handset I ran across the bridge and never saw him again. He had a piece of shrapnel the size of
Then there are the families. God bless them. I mean that with all of my heart. All my pain is trivial compared to what they have endured. I know what my own mother went through and I was fortunate to come home. Seeing them tonight just ripped my heart out. What do you say to the mother of a fallen comrade? Sorry? Thank you? Your son was a great man? All things that are true and from the heart, but certainly one could do better than that. But I failed again to come up with words that were worthy of them.
Tonight I saw over 1,000 Marines, seasoned fighters, combat veterans choked to tears as we revisited the memory of our friends. We know the sacrifice they made, a sacrifice that is the bedrock of this nation. These brave men, may their memories live on forever in the hearts of those they knew and in the thoughts of those who didn’t have the pleasure.
To Howey, Windsor and the six other brave souls who gave their lives with us in
“We few, we precious few, we band of brothers. For he who sheds his blood with me shall forever be my brother.”
Frater Infinitas my friends. Brothers Forever.