In Memoriam

Every once in awhile, I look at my StatCounter page, to see where people are coming to this site from….and I noticed, that several views from today, are to one of the first few posts I made. It was closing in on Memorial Day 2009, but what I wrote was more to put emotions to words, than for the upcoming day of remembrance. Not many [any?] who stop by now, were around these parts in 2009, so for those that are now……I’d like to introduce you to SFC Jim Doster.

From 2009:
On the 29th of September 2007, I lost my friend Jim Doster.
A guy, who like me, wanted nothing more than to lead soldiers one more time before retiring. A guy who, like me, had heartache about where the Army had sent him during his career, and the regrets of missed opportunities. Jim and I became friends while sitting next to each other during Battle Staff NCO Course at Fort Riley. Since we had PC’s at our desks, we would entertain each other by trying to find the most ridiculous and raunchiest pictures possible on the internet (not easy on a .gov domain), while the instructor droned on about Combat Service Support or some other less than thrilling topic.
Leading men in battle is the pinnacle of the profession of a warrior. It’s not a dream or desire that someone truly wishes for, because true warriors pray for peace. But when the call comes, there is no greater honor, nor greater test than meeting the challenge of combat, defeating your enemy and keeping your men alive.
After enduring the indentured servitude of staff work at FOB Falcon, Jim was called up, and took the reigns of a platoon of door kickers from our Brigade, but based out of FOB Rustimiyuh. A couple of weeks before he was scheduled to come home for R&R, an IED took his life. He didn’t go quickly or without a fight. Despite severe trauma and loss of blood, Jim held on through the evacuation to the CSH in the IZ (Green Zone). He fought his greatest battle, but it was not enough.
My Brother, who I could always go to when I was down….who would always join me in bitching about the oxygen thieves we worked with, and for……left for another FOB, and then left forever.
Like me, he had a loving wife and two beautiful daughters that were the center of his universe. We made plans to get our families together after we returned from Baghdad. We talked of our plans to retire and what in the world we would do once we grew up.
Two friends, two Brothers……….united in profession, the love of our families and the simple pursuit of trying to do the right thing. One gets to go home and lead a full life, the other ripped away in an instant. One family living each day in innocent bliss, sometimes taking for granted the true treasures of life; the other living each day changed by the pulse of an electrical circuit and explosives, never enjoying a day without sorrow.
Why? Who rolled the dice that day and decided that Jim couldn’t come home? What greater purpose was served by Kathryn and Grace not having their Daddy? My greatest nightmare is to think of Emelie and Susanna in that same situation. That’s all I can write now, I’m sitting in Starbucks and people are starting to look at me funny.
I try to honor Jim’s memory in the only way I know how…..to love my wife and daughters like he loved his. I wear his KIA bracelet on my wrist everyday to remember.
Back to today; each Memorial Day [or when I’m alone and have time to think about it] I try to raise a dram of SMS and listen to The Green Fields of France [preferably the Dropkick Murphy’s version, as I was in Iraq going through some hard times when I first heard it].
[Last chorus]
And I can’t help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

As I commented on an excellent blog a few days ago, It should be legal to punch anyone who says “happy Memorial Day” while on their way to a BBQ or a store sale.
I fucking hate Memorial Day.
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10 thoughts on “In Memoriam

  1. That had to be a hard one to bang out.

    “I try to honor Jim's memory in the only way I know how…..to love my wife and daughters like he loved his.”

    That's about it, isn't it?

    Like that mural at the old Bagram PAX terminal said… “Live a life worthy of their sacrifice”

    Excellent post and a beautiful tribute to SFC Doster.

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  2. “Live a life worthy of their sacrifice”

    We stand on the shoulders of giants, Silver. Let us remember that, and not act like pigeons roosting on the shoulders of statues.

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  3. That had to be a hard one to bang out.

    Brother, you don't know the half of it. I was sitting in Starbucks, in Southern Pines, NC [outside of Ft Bragg], and playing around with my brand new shiny blog site…..and I thought of Jim. And the dam burst. I'm not ashamed to say that I had tears [damn allergies, right?], and got some concerned looks from my fellow coffee patrons.

    I haven't been to Bagram, but I can't ever watch a certain part of Saving Private Ryan without having a moment when the following line is spoken:

    “Everyday I think about what you said to me that day on the bridge; I've tried to live my life the best that I could. I hope that that was enough. I hope, that at least in your eyes, I earned what you have done for me.”

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  4. From Jersey:

    As touching as these stories are, for me the saddest part is that in the end, when all is said and done, regardless of what they believed or were told or tried to convince themselves, they did not sacrifice for the good of their country. They lives were spent for the vanity of the likes of Dick Cheney, among the worst scumbags on the planet. And it should disgust any decent person.

    JMJ

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