I didn't really want to revive this old thread and pour more crap on the heap, but I've been thinking about this all week and I just wanted to get it all down... and after reading BulletMagnets write up yesterday, I couldn't think of much else.
Two years and one day ago, the soldiers of Charles Company, 1 RCR began the ground offensive in Panjwayi for Op Medusa... We will take this as read, since we all know the details. That day, we, as a Forces, lost four brothers.
Two years ago today, the same soldiers who fought into Pashmul were hit again by friendly fire... and we lost another brother in arms.
As well, 38 of us were wounded and 6 (including myself) were sent to Germany. Again, we all know the story...
Since then, I haven't had a single day were I didn't think, even for a brief moment, about those Brothers in arms lost to the mission. There hasn't even been a day when I haven't thought about all my brothers who were wounded, or even just about the soldiers I worked with, who are all scattered across the forces, both regular and reserve.
And when we lose another 3 on the anniversary, I can't help but think of the soldiers over there, and the next group to take their place.
It has been two years... So much has changed in my life because of what happened over there;
The Military has seen fit to send me to college while still on Class C (class B in Feb/Mar) and I have been employed by the forces since I got home, which allowed me to buy my first house and get married.. But with the good comes the bad; I still can't run, I still have pain and physical problems from the shrapnel I still carry in my Kidneys. I'm still on limited duties and my military career has pretty much stalled out... But, I'm alive.
Some days, the good out weighs the bad. Especially when I think about my future with the education opportunity the military has provided... but, that is always overshadowed by the loss and injury of friends it took to get these opportunities.
I have no idea what my fate would have been if I came home from tour without injury; I probably would have just gone back to the job I did before tour (machining), which I can't do now. Perhaps I would have taken the fast CT to 3 RCR and be off on another tour. Who knows, I probably would have even taken PLQ and have a leaf by now... But, that's not the case. I am where I am because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Anyway, I'm not going to turn this into a long, boring diatribe... I'm too tired and sore... All I wanted to get across was; I miss the boys... I miss the life.... I miss being over there. I hope everyone there comes home safe, and for those who came home less than safe, I hope you get the help and support you need. And for the Friends and Family of the fallen; I will never forget them, or what they did. Take care of yourselves and rely on your military family.
Pro Patria