Memorial day is coming. We need to remember the Soldiers and our family.
We need to stop and remember the people missed. Memorial day need to be a day of remembrance and thankfulness.
Shadows of war
A Story by Coyote Poetry
War can catch even the cold in heart.
I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear of death. I have seen dead enemy soldiers and the poor innocent civilians in the way of hate and war. I wasn’t effected by war. I was raised in Detroit. I saw my first dead body at four years old. I watched my uncle died. I was raised with the Vietnam war and body counts were part of my life. My father served in the Korean war and I volunteered for Vietnam at 17 year old. I learn even the cold in heart can be affected by war. Funny part the shadows of war showed up after I left the military.
I left the service in the year 2000. The Army gave me a hard time on enlistment. I decide better to be with family and take the chance in the civilian sector. I joined the reserved. I went to two meetings. The unit didn’t asked my name or rank. I wrote a letter of resign because I was working two jobs and no time for the B.S. My friend did the same. He left three months before I did. He joined a good unit. He had 23 year between active duty and reserve time. The additional time would be a good bonus for his retirement. He stayed in the National Guard. My friend and I were station for 12 year at Fort Hood, Texas and Fort Steward, Georgia. We raised our kids up together. He was the person I trusted with my family when I was deployed. He trusted me with his kids also. Soldiers are a close family. If one Soldier had a problem, We would gather our funds to insure the Soldier would be Okay. We came back from a deployment from Fort Irvin, California. I went home to my wife. My friend showed up and told me his wife and kids were gone and he did not know where. I called the First Sergeant. He told me to go with my friend to insure nothing went wrong. We traveled to Michigan and back to Texas. Took three months for him to track down his wife. I stood with him and try to insure he was okay. He went to court to get his kids back. I traveled back and fore with him to court. In the end, the judge gave the kids to the mother. He got his kids twice a month. I would travel with him to pick up and take back his two girls. I would buy them treats for my friend had little extra funds.
Every Summer we got together and spend a few days together. We were both from Michigan. He lived about 60 miles from my home. In the Summer of 2004. I didn’t hear from my friend. I called his parent. His mother gave me his address in Iraq. I sent him some western books. He like the cowboys stories. He was a real country boy. He like the country and working hard. In the Spring of 2005. I called his parent. I asked was my friend back from Iraq. This time I got the father. He told me. He is dead. He was killed in Iraq in August 2004. I went silence for a few seconds. I thanks the father and hung the phone up.
I told my wife our friend was killed in Iraq and I went into my bedroom. My wife joined me and we cried for hours. I didn’t believe my old friend was dead. I went into a silence and stayed away from people. Poor family watched me fall apart and get meaner. I went to work and told my boss. My good friend was killed in Iraq. He didn’t care. My family learn about the death of my friend. They tried to pull me out of the depression. There were no words to fix me.
I went into a dark depression. Watching the TV. Checking the names of the Soldiers killed in Iraq. I went to the computer. I researched the names of the dead. I found three more Soldiers I knew. I lost interest in all things. I sat by my computer, pissed off. I wondered if I stayed in. Maybe I could of saved his life? Maybe could of been different?
A year later. Wife told me she called the mother of my friend. We were going to their house and they would take us to the grave of my friend. They invited me to meet the family and wanted to meet me. I drove the sixty miles in silence. I had no idea what was going to happen?
We arrived at the parent house. Three of the brother and sisters were there to meet me.I hugged each of them and thank them for the invite. They told me. They were glad to meet a friend of their brother. I hug the mother and shook the father hand. He apologizes for the hard way he told me of his son death. I told him. I appreciate the invite. The mother took me to a display. It had my friends picture and all his decorations and metals. I started to cry. The mother came to me and we cried together. We served 12 years together and the moment at display I realized he was dead.
We sat in the living room. I told them stories of their son. I told them. Their son was my daughter first babysitter. My wife wanted to go out. He volunteers. We dropped my daughter off. She was happy with the two daughters to entertain her. I told my friend. If any problems. Leave the light on. We will pick her up that night. At 2.30 am we drove by and all the lights were on. My friend was holding my yelling daughter with a smile and happiness we shown up. We were training at Fort Irvin, California. Three young black Soldiers couldn’t put the stake in the hard desert sand. My friend bet he could put the 24 inch stake in with one hit. They took the $5.00 bet. In one swing of the large jack hammer he put the stake 18 inches into the ground. I told them. I miss his smile and him forcing me to watch the rodeo and WWF.
They told me he got marry three years ago. He met a good woman who made him happy. He had a good life at the end. They told me they were glad that their son had a good friend. I told them. He had many good friends. His oldest brother gave me some photos. The photos were of a painted fence. Written on the fence was. “Freedom isn’t free. Some have given all for freedom.”
I follow the parent to the graveyard. It was a small town. They had a place for Soldiers lost to war. The mother walked with me to the grave. The grave had flowers from his daughter and his wife. I went and touched the grave. I begin to cried. The mother came to me and held me like a child. She told me. My son would appreciate you coming today. She left me alone. I made a silence promise to help his daughters. I looked up and I saw tears in the father’s eyes.
The mother gave me some shells from the 21 gun salute and a DVD of the funeral. I drive home in silence. I put the DVD in. My friend was a volunteer fireman. The fireman, Soldiers and whole town were at the funeral at the high school. The whole town came out to say goodbye to a hero. A thousand people cried tears for my friend. His daughter read a poem. Brought the honor guard soldiers to tears.
I accepted losing my good friend that day. I had to say goodbye. I learn when they announce a Soldier death on TV. People are learning sadness and regret. I’m thankful for my friend’s parent and my wise wife. I had to face my friend for the last time and say goodbye.
Today I want to return to my friend grave and thank him for his friendship. I want to bring his favorite beer “Miller”. Sit and drink the beer with him and talk with him alone. Tell him save a seat for me. Us old Soldiers need to sit and talk. I want to hear his laughter and see his smile again.
Thank you for this powerful post. This was incredible, in learning your story about how close you were to your friend and your emotions with his death and visiting his family. You’re right, we have to remember the soldiers who have given a huge sacrifice. Thank you for this, and thank you for your service, too.
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You are welcome. Soldiers become family. Create lifetime friendships. Thank you for reading.
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Thank you John for putting a face to the horrors of war. Sometimes we forget that the dead are more than just a number. You are a brave man for sharing your heart. I’ll never stop praying that one day the world wakes up and there will be peace.
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Me too. I din’t want my kids or grand kids to fight in war. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Reading this brought tears to eyes and my heart. I loved reading this. Our soldiers deserve the very best. And that the one soldier had an excellent friend was inspiring. Thank you for sharing this!
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Thank you Danielle. I agree. We need to take of the soldiers who gave all for us to know freedom.
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I am not certain what to say that does not already echo the above comments – but I can say thank you and that both you and your friend and all of your ‘family’ in the military are so fortunate to have one other and we – the USA- are fortunate to have all of you fighting for our freedoms. xx
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. We need to expect the leaders to take of the men and woman who served with honor.
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Thank you for your service. Thank you for honoring your friend in such a beautiful way. I am sorry for your loss.
Fondly,
Elizabeth
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Thank you Elizabeth.
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Thank you for this beautiful story, for your service, your friends service. This made me cry, such a bond and love…
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A hard poem to write. I wrote for me and his daughters. They need to know there father was a good man. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Reblogged this on muddled musings of a mangled mind.
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Reblogged this on Texan Tales & Hieroglyphics and commented:
Please take a few moments and read this.
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John,
I have no words, just tears.
I lost some friends in Iraq.
Thank you for this post.
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I lost three good friends to the new wars. We must not forget them. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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*tears* John, you are such a good man. Bless you. Love, Amy
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I went to his daughter graduation two years ago. His youngest getting marry this year. I hope this USA government. Some men gave all. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Yes, John, some men gave all and in my opinion, this should never have happened.
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I agree.
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(((HUGS)))
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Thank you for your words, your service, your emotions. Thank you.
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Was hardest poem I had ever written. When we learn. Every life is part of us. Every life had reason and purpose. When will we learn every human being lost to war is man’s sin and someone lost a child, father or brother.
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I don’t know John Coyote. Obviously we do not learn from the mistakes before us. Which is sad because we lament constantly about the errors of others. While we continue on….. This poem was so powerful. I wish the world could feel your message.
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I hope and pray for peace. I hope we gain sanity. No peace to be found in war.
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None at all. I don’t understand the sense of sending men and women to shoot at one another while the politics rage on.
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Very had to understand. My USA spend more money than the complete world for war. Why?
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I would like to know why as well John.
I can’t imagine how difficult the news of war is to you. And the days to honor you and all veterans.
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