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Post by Jim Scanlon (deceased) on Sept 18, 2010 12:47:08 GMT 9
The below URL will take you to a list of those in Afghanistan and Iraq who made the Ultimate Sacrifice for our Republic. It is updated on a regular basis. It is also found on the Drudge Report, as The List. www.militarytimes.com/valor/
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Post by Jim on Nov 2, 2010 5:18:06 GMT 9
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Post by jimpadgett on Nov 2, 2010 23:05:07 GMT 9
What an American to do this!
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Post by Jim on Dec 12, 2010 3:45:45 GMT 9
THROW A NICKLE ON THE GRASS.........................................
40th reunion is tribute to former comrade
By Michelle Tan - Staff writer Posted : Saturday Dec 11, 2010 12:04:58 EST FREDERICKSBURG, Texas — A reunion-turned-memorial service.
The gathering would have been sad if the friends of Don Boulet hadn’t been so determined to make it a celebration of his life.
They had survived a horrific day of war — a downed Air Force fighter, a daring Army rescue — and planned to come together to mark the 40th anniversary of their shared experience. Boulet, though, died Oct. 1.
Boulet’s buddies could have scrapped their first, and probably only, reunion; instead, they decided to pay tribute to “Bullet,” call sign Stormy 03, a fearless pilot who appreciated art and music.
Sunday’s memorial service brought about 25 of Boulet’s friends from across the country.
“The lives he touched, I called him a gentle giant,” said Dave Rickert, a retired colonel who was Boulet’s roommate when they were young fighter pilots in Vietnam. “He was an eagle worried about a sparrow.”
There were few times that Boulet couldn’t fend for himself. Dec. 2, 1970, was one.
The day’s work for Boulet, a first lieutenant, and Capt. Jim Robinson had been flying a fast-forward air controller mission in their F-4E Phantom II. On their way back to base in Da Nang, Vietnam, Robinson and Boulet crossed over a part of southern Laos known as Delta 45, a well-known entry point into Vietnam, and saw people standing alongside trucks, Robinson said.
To save U.S. lives on the ground, Robinson and Boulet called in the coordinates for an airstrike. Then, they flew over the area again to take a photo of the target, Robinson said. Out of nowhere came hostile fire.
The Phantom started to go down. Both pilots ejected. Clouds began to move in, hampering rescue efforts.
For four hours, Robinson and Boulet had no way to communicate with each other. Each had only his .38-caliber revolver to defend himself.
Army 1st Lt. Keith Shafer was on standby at the base in Quang Tri, Vietnam, when he heard reports of an F-4E shot down. He and his aircraft commander, Chief Warrant Officer 2 Steve Woods, decided to go.
The soldiers rounded up the other two aircrew members, climbed into their UH-1 Huey and took off, flying unarmed and low, and fast under the clouds.
The foursome searched valleys for almost two hours before they had to land to refuel. When they headed back up, they took fire. A little while later, an AH-1 Cobra crew joined in, providing protection to the dustoff bird.
Shafer recalled how he and his crew were determined to find Robinson and Boulet, men they didn’t know.
“There’s a strong bond between aviators,” he said, his eyes filling with tears. “When another aviator is in trouble, you’ve got to go help them out.”
Shafer and Wayne Gordon, the medic on the dustoff crew, remembered Boulet’s face when he was picked up.
“The face, you can’t get it out of your mind,” Gordon said. “The grin was ear to ear.”
Boulet suffered back injuries that caused him pain for the rest of his life.
“He’s one of the bravest people I know,” said Jim Rooks, the flight surgeon who treated Boulet immediately after he was rescued. “He bore horrible pain with great dignity. He’s just an all-around super guy.”
Even after four decades, the men picked up where they had left off. Their conversations were easy, their memories sharp, the ties strong.
“These guys are all made of the right stuff,” Shafer said.
In their tribute to Boulet, the aviators arranged a flyover of T-34 Mentors. Against a clear blue sky, the trainers formed a diamond.
The honor guard unfurled the American flag as “Taps” played in the background. The men tilted their heads skyward again, to watch the T-34s make another pass — in the missing man formation.
In a final salute to their friend, the men carried out a tradition among Air Force fighter pilots, said Phil Handley, a retired colonel who was Boulet’s flight commander.
Each threw a nickel on the grass, signaling their mutual respect and good luck from one warrior to another.
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Post by Jeff Shannon on Dec 12, 2010 19:02:37 GMT 9
I wore his POW/MIA bracelet for many years, Found his name on the wall in DC
On Christmas Eve, 1968, an F-105, call sign "Panda 01", was shot down over Laos between the city of Ban Phaphilang and the Ban Karai Pass. Its pilot, Major Charles R. Brownlee, successfully ejected and his parachute drifted into an area known to be occupied by enemy troops. These troops had in the past aggressively pursued downed pilots and contested SAR efforts. Two HH-3E's, Jolly Green's 15 and 17, on airborne alert immediately proceeded to the incident site. Upon arrival, the Sandy's placed them in a high orbit. The on-scene commander discovered a parachute in the trees. Numerous attempts were made to raise Major Brownlee on his survival radio. It was late in the day and darkness quickly covered the jungle. There was no survival radio contact from Major Brownlee. The rescue helicopters did not have a night combat rescue capability and were ordered to return to NKP.
A first light SAR was organized to return to the area on Christmas Day. The crew of Jolly low (Jolly 17) were all volunteers: Lt. Col. William Cameron (aircraft commander), Captain Robert Heron (co-pilot), Sergeant Jerome Casey (flight engineer), and A1C Charles D. King (pararescueman). Once again the Jolly's were placed in a high orbit and the Sandy's began trolling for ground fire. Enemy troops did not take the bait. Not drawing any ground fire Sandy lead told Jolly low to attempt a pickup. As the helicopter came into a hover over the parachute, SGT Casey saw a man hanging from the parachute by his harness. The man was not moving and was hanging only a couple of feet off the ground. Sergeant King volunteered to descend on the forest penetrator to rescue the downed pilot. LtCol Camereron was not thrilled about the idea of lowering his PJ to the ground, but realized that it was the only way to rescue Major Brownlee. Just as King reached the ground, enemy troops began firing, first at the helicopter and then at the men on the ground. King freed Major Brownlee from his parachute and secured him to the penetrator. He signaled SGT Casey to reel them up.
Only a few feet off the ground, Charlie King called on the radio, "I'm hit, I'm hit, pull up, pull up." Normally, the men on the penetrator would be hoisted clear of the trees prior to the rescue helicopter resuming forward flight. But enemy troops were hosing the helicopter with effective small arms fire. Staying in the hover until the two men cleared the tree tops would certainly result in the helicopter being shot down, crashing right on top of Major Brownlee and Airman King. Out of options and seriously battle damaged, Lt Col Cameron was forced to leave the stable hover. To optimize the chances of the men on the penetrator, he elected to ascend straight up. He hoped that this maneuver would lift the two men clear of the trees, prior to instituting forward flight. As the helicopter moved up, the hoist cable or the forest penetrator caught on a tree and the hoist cable snapped, dropping King and Brownlee about 10 feet to the ground. Badly injured from the fall and wounded by enemy small arms fire Airman King made one last radio call, "Jolly, get out of here, they're almost on top of me."
The seriously damaged helicopter was forced off the scene due to the intense ground fire. Enemy troops swarmed over Major Brownlee and Airman King. The Sandy's could not fire on the enemy because they would hit their own men.
Two days of searching and numerous radio calls from air rescue aircraft to Airman King went unanswered. He was declared missing in action and later promoted in sequence with other MIA's to Chief Master Sergeant. He was never heard from again. Charles Douglas King was officially declared killed in action on 5 December 1978. He was awarded the Air Force Cross posthumously. King was also awarded the Silver Star, the Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal and Purple Heart for earlier rescue missions he participated in.
No news surfaced about King or Brownlee until February 1986, when a Lao refugee came to the United States and reported that he had witnessed King's capture, and watched as he was taken away in a truck. The refugee's story matched most details of King's loss incident. Less clear were the details of Brownlee's fate.
In 1993 US officials were allowed into the Central Army Museum in Hanoi, where personal items from American casualties were kept. They found an identification card with Charles Douglas King's name, service number and date of birth. A North Vietnamese witness was found who stated "a pilot was pulling up another pilot to the helicopter when the cable broke. Both pilots died."
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Post by pat perry on Dec 13, 2010 6:11:46 GMT 9
Great story Jeff... worth an Exalt. Thanks for sharing.
Pat P. :us_flag
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Post by pat perry on Dec 25, 2010 7:04:42 GMT 9
This from Barney Barnes 456th Pilot...
The text below was sent to me by my friend and fellow fighter pilot, John Morrissey. It is a true testament to our brave young warriors of today. They are magnificent ! jcd Dear Friends,
Depending on one’s age and life’s experiences, Christmas can mean different things – most likely a mixture of God, Family, Friends, Memories, The origin of the Day, and just perhaps those young men and women of our Republic who stand their watch at the ready to do violence on our behalf so we and our families can sleep well and safely through the night. Some have lost confidence in the fidelity and competence of those young men and women who are just beginning to find their way in our diverse and challenging society.
So the next time you hear someone bemoaning that generation, you might send them this one.
I know my veteran friends will understand, and those who have not yet ridden the tip of the spear will appreciate and be touched by the story.
Merry Christmas,
John
As you enjoy the safety and freedom to celebrate the holiday season, send good thoughts to all the brave young men and women who make it possible for us to do, and those who have done the same task in the past.
On Nov 13, 2010 Lt General John Kelly, USMC gave a speech to the Semper Fi Society of St. Louis , MO. This was 4 days after his son, Lt Robert Kelly, USMC was killed by an IED while on his 3rd Combat tour. During his speech, General Kelly spoke about the dedication and valor of the young men and women who step forward each and every day to protect us. During the speech, he never mentioned the loss of his own son. He closed the speech with the moving account of the last 6 seconds in the lives of 2 young Marines who died with rifles blazing to protect their brother Marines.
"I will leave you with a story about the kind of people they are…about the quality of the steel in their backs…about the kind of dedication they bring to our country while they serve in uniform and forever after as veterans. Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, in fact, the 22nd of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 “The Walking Dead,” and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour. Two Marines, Corporal Jonathan Yale and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines. The same broken down ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorists in Ramadi, a city until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda. Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and he supported as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000. Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island . They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple America ’s exist simultaneously depending on one’s race, education level, economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were Marines, combat Marines, forged in the same crucible of Marine training, and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if they were born of thesame woman.
The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure went something like: “Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.” “You clear?” I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison something like: “Yes Sergeant,” with just enough attitude that made the point without saying the words, “No kidding sweetheart, we know what we’re doing.” They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, Al Anbar, Iraq .
A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way-perhaps 60-70 yards in length-and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both catastrophically. Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck’s engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking most of a house down before it stopped. Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives. Two died, and because these two young infantrymen didn’t have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.
When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded is commonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different. The regimental commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that there were no American witnesses to the event-just Iraqi police. I figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I’d have to do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a general officer.
I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the serpentine. They all said, “We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing.” The Iraqi police then related that some of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion. All survived. Many were injured…some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, “They’d run like any normal man would to save his life.” “What he didn’t know until then,” he said, “and what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal.” Choking past the emotion he said, “Sir, in the name of God no sane man would have stood there and done what they did.” “No sane man.” “They saved us all.”
What we didn’t know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.
You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before: “…let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.” The two Marines had about five seconds left to live.
It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were-some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.
For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing non-stop…the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the driver who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers-American and Iraqi-bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground. If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe…because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber. The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.
The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God. Six seconds. Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty…into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight-for you.
We Marines believe that God gave America the greatest gift he could bestow to man while he lived on this earth-freedom. We also believe he gave us another gift nearly as precious-our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Coast Guardsmen, and Marines-to safeguard that gift and guarantee no force on this earth can every steal it away. It has been my distinct honor to have been with you here today. Rest assured our America, this experiment in democracy started over two centuries ago, will forever remain the “land of the free and home of the brave” so long as we never run out of tough young Americans who are willing to look beyond their own self-interest and comfortable lives, and go into the darkest places on earth to hunt down, and kill, those who would do us harm.
God Bless you all, Pat P. :us_flag
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Post by Jim on Jan 11, 2011 5:14:44 GMT 9
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Post by Jim Scanlon (deceased) on Jan 11, 2011 5:35:32 GMT 9
Major Winters lived a full, productive life. He is the kind of man that made America great.
If you notice, Major Winters has 6 combat hash marks on his sleeve, and only 5 award ribbons on his chest. Note that the Purple heart is the number 3 ribbon.
He was truly a hero, and our nation should be proud to have men like him, willing to defend against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
We, ladies and gentlemen, have a long line of heroes who went before us. I hope we don't ever forget what they did to lead the way.
Like The Old Sarge, I had a number of WW2 veterans that I worked for and served with. They are still an inspiration.
Serving for a short time as crew chief for Robin Olds, I saw what a WW2 Mustang Ace could do, if given half a chance.
Jim Too
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Post by Jim Scanlon (deceased) on May 11, 2011 2:03:22 GMT 9
:salute :us_flag :salute
The below is from the Air Force News Service.
Paying respects to fallen Airmen: A lifetime in 8 minutes By Staff Sgt. Patrice Clarke 386th Air Expeditionary Wing Public Affairs
SOUTHWEST ASIA (AFNS) -- It was just eight minutes. I would think about that later. It was just eight short minutes from the time the troop commander called everyone to attention to the time he dismissed us. Just eight short minutes that I will remember for the rest of my life.
Eight short minutes in which I watched two fallen military members transferred out the back of a C-17 Globemaster III and onto a waiting truck. Eight minutes where I, along with about 90 other military members, all ranks, all services, civilians too, stood at attention and slowly rendered a salute as those two flag-draped cases were carried off of that aircraft.
Before those eight minutes, the passengers who had been sharing their flight with these two fallen warriors were asked to exit the aircraft and form up two lines, one on either side of the cargo ramp at the 387th Air Expeditionary Group, which is part of the 386th Air Expeditionary Wing.
Twelve across, we stood. Soldiers, Sailors, Marines and Airmen all stood solemnly at parade rest. No one told us to; it was just natural, like the moment demanded every ounce of our military discipline.
It didn't matter that some of these passengers had traveled all day and were only stopping for a little while. It didn't matter that some of us had worked an entire 12-hour day when that aircraft landed late that night.
What mattered were those eight minutes.
As the troop commander called the formation to attention, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I saw the sharp snap of the six Airmen whose charge it was to carry these fallen warriors off of the aircraft. With grace and poise, these six Airmen performed the transfer.
As they walked past me, I thought of the warriors in those cases. I thought about how these warriors wouldn't be able to feel the soft breeze on a still night. They wouldn't be able to hold their families, hug them or kiss them again. They wouldn't be able to see the stars again.
For those eight minutes, I thought about a lifetime of things these two fallen warriors would never be a part of again. As that thought passed through me with a shiver, I stood a little bit taller, saluted just a little bit sharper. If these two warriors were never going to see these simple joys again, the least I could give was everything, every single thing I had, for the remainder of those eight minutes.
They deserved it. They deserved all that the solemn 90-man formation had that night.
These two warriors gave their life for those simple freedoms, for those things that many of us take for granted. In those eight minutes, I thanked those warriors from the depths of my soul. I thanked them for their sacrifice, and for paying the ultimate price.
My day started as mundane and routine, just another day on my deployment, one more day closer to me returning to my family. It did not, however, end that way.
In those eight short minutes my perspective was forever changed.
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Post by Mark O on May 11, 2011 9:36:54 GMT 9
Thanks for posting that Jim. I did that too many times over there myself. The worst one was when I was in Afghanistan, and all we had was a body bag on a stretcher we had to strap down in the back of my Herk. That sucked. The ceremony was no different than any other, however.
I hate those memories.
Mark
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Post by Jim on Jul 4, 2011 2:30:40 GMT 9
While the US gov't was removing referrences to God and not glorifying our founders efforts from the Capitol building by building a new entrance that doen't open into the rotunda and passing off E Pluribus Unum as our national motto, instead of what it really is- "IN GOD WE TRUST, we have this going on in the Phillipines: www.foxnews.com/world/2011/07/03/us-reportedly-ignoring-veterans-graves-in-philippines/?test=latestnews ... If his Royal Highass would have eliminated 5 campaign trips the past 2 months, that money could be used for a far better purpose!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by MOW on Jul 4, 2011 8:24:27 GMT 9
While the US gov't was removing referrences to God and not glorifying our founders efforts from the Capitol building by building a new entrance that doen't open into the rotunda and passing off E Pluribus Unum as our national motto, instead of what it really is- "IN GOD WE TRUST, we have this going on in the Phillipines: www.foxnews.com/world/2011/07/03/us-reportedly-ignoring-veterans-graves-in-philippines/?test=latestnews ... If his Royal Highass would have eliminated 5 campaign trips the past 2 months, that money could be used for a far better purpose!!!!!!!!!!! This isn't really new news. The VFW Post 2485 in Angeles City has been taking care of the cemetery without any federal funding or support since 1994 (read more here... www.vfwpost2485.com/CVCRA.htmand here www.vfwpost2485.com/cemetery.htm) Since then the VFW Post has maintained the site begging for funds from anyone who would donate. Larry Heilhecker, mentioned in the article, is but one of many many guys there who do a good job at fund raising to earn those "nickles and dimes". If anyone ever gets out this way, you can find most of the guys hanging out at Margarita Station on Fields Ave. The VFW Post isn't too far down the road from there. The 2 vets buried last week are listed here on the website www.vfwpost2485.com/Clark_Burials_Memorials.htmAnd on the off chance anyone wants to donate anything to the cause, just let me know as I am a frequent visitor there (very frequent, since my 2nd home is there) and would be glad to present anything on your behalf. Or go here www.vfwpost2485.com/grave_diggers.pdf and for a $25 donation become a member of the Grave Diggers to help honor our Veterans who are interred in the Clark Veterans Cemetery.
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Post by pat perry on Aug 7, 2011 4:08:43 GMT 9
A tragic loss for America. Pat P.
Crash kills members of SEAL Team 6
By KIMBERLY DOZIER and LOLITA C. BALDOR
WASHINGTON - The Associated Press has learned that more than 20 Navy SEALs from the unit that killed Osama bin Laden were among those lost in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan.
U.S. officials say they believe that none of those who died in the crash participated in the bin Laden raid but were from the same unit that carried out the bin Laden mission.
The operators from SEAL Team Six were flown by a crew of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment. That's according to one current and one former U.S. official. Both spoke on condition of anonymity because families are still being notified of the loss of their loved ones.
One source says the team was thought to include 22 SEALs, three Air Force air controllers, seven Afghan Army troops, a dog and his handler, and a civilian interpreter, plus the helicopter crew.
The sources thought this was the largest single loss of life ever for SEAL Team Six, known as the Naval Special Warfare Development Group.
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Post by Gene on Aug 7, 2011 4:48:16 GMT 9
i just got an email from a friend...it confirms 3 usaf combat control team members were among the deaths... god bless them all!! :salute :salute :salute
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Post by adart on Aug 7, 2011 5:49:27 GMT 9
May God be with them all and their familys. :us_flag :us_flag
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2011 5:53:44 GMT 9
REQUIESCAT IN PACE
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Post by shadowgunner on Aug 7, 2011 6:34:18 GMT 9
:salute
Always painful to lose some of our own. May they rest in peace.
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