Words from my brother and good friend from my team.... "My days get longer, but the knots in my stomach get tighter. Not one day does the pressure of being behind enemy lines give way. The tighter it gets, the harder it is to stay positive. The bad news spread like a storm with no warning, casting no shadows, No light beyond the horizon that will not come. The only light that illuminates my path is of my lamp of hope. We have endured many trial and tribulation since we have arrived in this god-forsaken country of mud and dirt. We have press through an improvised bomb in the road that took out one of my best gunner and brother. He had injuries that would heal in time, but a long battle to regain his sense of humanity if that make any sense. We also lost a female that was more of a head case than a soldier but she served a purpose either way. We also lost an idiot that went to another team because he felt unsafe working with us, but made a fool of him self down playing the experience this team had to offer and He went and made an ass of himself being a so call Sargent with experience in combat and when shit hit the fan was label a coward and unless piece of shit. Then came the endless patrol into the belly of the beast, the darkness of fear pouring through this eyes and the overwhelming fear of dying without any love one’s by my side. The very fear that have plague me my whole life, the same reason for fighting through my many years of pain and headaches. Then on a quite night – Where everything was against us, we marched into an open field not knowing our fate. How perfect things were and how so many signs were ignored. From the pictures taken a week before to the quietness of the night – It was like a perfect storm. Bullets and explosion open up in a burst of hatred against God children – we struggle to survive that night and on that night we lost one of my good friends. The signs were there for everyone to see; Yet I survived that night and those many night before. The many days afterward and another loss in my life was felt many miles away and my heart weaken from all this death in front of me. My days get longer but the knots in my stomach get tighter – Today I was called into the office with many of the brethren in arms. The officer in charge broke the news to us as a group and told us that they are disbanding us and spreading us to other teams – No reason was told that could ease our pain of hearing this god awful news. To tell us is for the good of the mission and the experience we offer will only shine positive result upon the other teams we will fill. I spoke from my heart and for those whom couldn’t and said what was in my heart, I express my concern and understood the reason but why us when we have lost so much already compare to the others. Yet no right or wrong answer was given." -- Miguel Nin
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 20:25:06 +0000