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American Soldier says,
©American Soldier 2007
The wounds revealed and the stories that go along with it. The many reasons behind our flag are vast. For most the comprehension of what is given in order to preserve freedom is unimaginable. The loss of life. The failed marriages. The absolute horror to see your friend choke on his own blood. The sound that never leaves when he begs to just not die. You sit there and hold his hand and help him die slowly, you are helpless. Those final moments that will never escape you. The war and it’s many stories will never ever be told. The new regulations may and will prevent that. I will not allow that to ever happen to me. I will lose every bit of rank that I have ever earn to ensure that we never forget ‘why’ we fight and what struggles we have within this fight. It is a good fight! Regulation or not, the stories about my fallen brothers will be told.
Fuck the MSM and the lies that they yield. There may be no memo that floats around to twist a story. However, you better believe they will not be telling the truth in Iraq because they lack the balls to go out on patrols and spend more than 48 hours with a unit. The truth is with warriors in the field and trusted embeds who have the balls to step into the death zone. You know who you are. But ‘YOU’, the coward who writes from your safe haven. You tell lies and maybe a stray bullet will miss it’s target and find it’s way in you. You fucking liar, collect your check!
I have not forgotten. In due time I will find the words to talk about their lives. Two times the government has deemed it necessary to provide me a medal to show that I nearly gave the ultimate sacrifice. The times that I was spared and you were not. Oh how I choke up when I reach the dates that were your last. Have no pity on me, you the reader. The honor of death is held high but I have been spared. Maybe given the chance to tell what would otherwise be lost forever on a battlefield long forgotten. With names like Ar Ramadi, OP 293, Michigan, The Crossover. These are some places that my war was waged.
Forgive us of our trespasses and grant us the strength to live through the lone road that is called life. Some were not given that privilege. They gave their life for what they believed in. I have seen honor in its rawest form.
Support your soldier, not by bringing them home but allowing them to finish what we have started. If we leave in vein or for a political belief then all that has been sacrificed will be shamed.