Shadows of war

War can catch even the cold in heart.

Shadows










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.

Author's Note

Any error. Please assist a old writer. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Miss Evans]

As many people have already said, this was a very true to life piece, and it has a lot of emotional ties on the reader, as it is obvious the writer had emotional ties to it. I enjoyed it for that reason, and for it’s historical value—It’s never really covered how much soldiers actually go through, and even when it is, there is a sort of sugar coating to keep it from being to “serious” on whoever is viewing it.

There were grammatical errors throughout the story, missing S’s and present tense instead of past tense in some cases. They didn’t detract too much from the story, but for me at least, they were noticeable.

Overall it is a nice piece, well done.

[E. Ryan Miller]

This is a beautiful memory, and a wonderful insight into the life of those in service. I do recommend that you go over a few of your tenses. Sometimes you make them present when they should be past. "Volunteers" in the first line should be "volunteered", for example. But very good. The emotional impact of this piece is huge.

[Star Wolf]

I can feel the pain in this deeply, a tragic wound, you're pain. You did an awesome job on telling this story of a very painful chapter in your life. Great job on this CoyotePoetry!

[Marie]

This is a good story, very sincere and straightforward. You told what it means to be a soldier and what it means to miss a soldier. The last paragraph was especially touching. You and your frend must have been close; he was lucky to have a friend like you.

You need to check this and get the tenses right; don't use present tense when it should be past tense.

The first paragraph is too full of short sentances that begin with "I". Break them up a little bit.

[jennifer little]

wonderful storie i liked it thanks for the share

[Allan Eddings]

Characteristically, and admirably, of your writing it was an emotive and engaging read and a deeply personal one. There were within a few issues with tenses (you swap between past and present every now and then) but they certainly do not detract from the piece's power. I always enjoy hearing and reading personal tales, here and in real life, the greatest art is always personal.

I will not add to what others have said, the horror of war, the cruelties and suffering caused are apparent and readily stated by others reviewing this piece. I will say that for me in the final moments of the piece I was moved to think of a few lines of Richard II:

"For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings..."

The sentimental nature, the pained resignation, the realisation, that the Bard so wonderfully captured in that monologue was elicited when I finished your piece.

Thank you,
A.E.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

This is really well written, very readable. A very emotional tale, a very painful time in your life you went through and you shared this in a very meaningful way. It brings home how damaging war is and that wars should only be fought in defense of the country since the cost of them is very very high in human life. I, myself, really have no idea what the current wars are even about. It's a tragedy, really. You did a wonderful job on this true story.

[Bourbon Key]

by the way, you look very young for a guy that volunteered for Nam at 17.

[Bourbon Key]

Wow! dude, the content of the story is rich, real, and you truly describe in simple prose (Hemingway use to like to do that) a scenario. I love hearing soldier's stories. If you have it in you to do so, I'd be happy to read more of them.

(on errors, some grammatical mistakes, but that's technical and doesn't draw away from the main content.)

by the way, if you ever get a chance, read some of the letters from soldiers during the Civil War...http://www.civilwararchive.com/LETTERS/letters.htm

[Aravind]

Lengthy, but was definitely worth the read. I am emotional touched by your piece. (don't worry I don't go emo and all :P) It is a great wakeup call to everyone who dwell and take their freedom for granted. They only see wars as bullets and firing, but the truth is engraved in beaten battefields and the minds and hearts of the proud soldiers.

Thank you sir! I salute and bow to your text!

[Galagarian Humor]

I'm very sorry about all my pointers. Some maybe intentional, so ignore them if they are.

"If one Soldier had a problem. We would gather our funds to insure the Soldier would be Okay"- the first period should probably be a comma, "In the end. The judge gave the kids to the mother." - comma after "end", "In the Spring of 2005. I called his parent" - comma after "2005", "I sat by my computer pissed off" - Comma after "computer", "They told me. They were glad to meet a friend of their brother." - comma after "me", "He apologies for the hard way he told me of his son death" - change apologies"to "apologizes", "The mother came to me and we cry together" - "cry" should be "cried", "Their son was my daughter first babysitter" - add " 's" after daughter, and "The fireman, Soldiers and whole town was at the funeral at the high school." - "was" should be "were".

Over all, This was an extraordinary read. I was very touched by it. My hats are off to you. Continue writing.