mark42202
Well-Known Member
8 years ago today my life changed for the rest of eternity. As a SSG in the Airborne Infantry, I led my squad of 9 Soldiers aged 19 to 30 into combat for the first time in any of our lives. None of us knew what to expect that night as our C17 dove from 30,000ft to barely over 500, and the side doors were opened up to the darkness. For the next several weeks, my Soldiers exceeded all of my expectations in taking the fight to the enemy in true Airborne fashion. We all were exposed to things "normal" human beings are raised to despise, performed tasks that we were raised to believe were sins. To a man, we all bare scars from that time, some physical, all emotional. This is a particularly bad time of year for me, as my career was cut short and my life as I knew it became something unfamiliar, different, frightening... because of that fateful deployment. There are several days throughout the year, anniversaries if you will, where I quietly remember the days I lost a Brother, or the days when several were wounded, but this day, THIS day, March 26, is the day we all jumped into Hell together, determined to bring everyone home, politics be damned. Thanks for letting me speak my piece, and please enjoy a little video made about that night...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSe_99z_Jv0
And a painting commemorating the jump:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSe_99z_Jv0
And a painting commemorating the jump: