You know I enter into this particular homecoming with fear and trepidation. There is a high likelihood that this will be my last deployment. With that in mind, I have many mixed emotions.
Before I joined the Army at the age of 27, I tried to get my thrill fix with things like bull riding, bungee jumping, cliff diving, climbing, repelling, etc. The first time I was in a fire fight in 2002, I was almost paralyzed with fear but the training kicked in and I did what I was trained to do. With time, it I became used to facing death and developed a desire for the rush of facing my fear and killing my enemy. I will never forget the first time I took a mans life. I was proud of it and told myself that what I was doing mattered. After all, I was a Soldier and that is what we did to secure the freedoms of our loved ones back home……….right?
As an EOD tech, we were not only called to disarm the IED's that were found on the battlefield (a life and death chess match against my enemy) but we were also called to the post blast situations where my brothers were brutally destroyed by an explosion. I would first have to clear the scene of any further hazards and then collect the evidence of what had happened and rebuild the situation for my report. These were the hardest things to do and instilled an intense hatred and desire to kill my enemy. The pictures, smells and details of these scenes will be with me for the rest of my life. These things had to go in a box in a corner to be dealt with at a later time………you cannot afford to deal with them at the time.
Becoming the beast, the killing machine, the Combat Soldier was a hard thing. I fear that becoming normal again will be harder still. You see, there is nothing in the civilian world that can compare to these things. How do you go home to a normal life with your family when you have experienced so many life altering things for so long? What do you do when the music stops? I think of John Cushman and all of my other brothers and sister in arms who have left the war but the war will never leave them.
Last deployment I wrote a poem about one particular event that happened. SGT Brown had ridden in our vehicle the prior day to show us where a particular IED was located. While driving to the scene, he showed us pictures of his twin girls that had just been born and expressed how excited he was to get home and get to know them. The very next day, we got another call for an IED in the same area. On the way to the scene, we heard a detonation. I have a feeling in my gut that this explosion was the IED that we were going out to.
When we arrived, SGT Brown, 6 Afghan National Army Soldiers and an interpreter had been blown away by an IED. I cleared the scene for secondary devices and then collected the evidence. When I got back to my FOB, I sat on my bed and cried and wrote this poem to help deal with the situation.
Today at the scene was a horror to see; there were brains in the dirt and a tong in the tree.
SGT Brown in a hole 50 feet away, I did not want to see this today.
The bomb so strong took away all his features; this horrible war took away his whole future.
A month ago he just had twins; his death will destroy his family and friends.
And this is just one of the 8 that died, in the dirt they lay there by his side.
The linguist we pulled from the canal; the smell of the dead, it truly is foul.
I sit in my tent and reflect on the day and ask myself, is there no other way?
Is the cost to great I make invocation; is there no other way to protect our great nation.
When I get home I’ll be mean to my wife, I’ll fight with her and the house will have strife.
I won’t mean to do it and she will abhor it; it’s hard to adjust and I’ll hate myself for it.
How do I know, because it’s happened before, you can’t leave behind the effects of the war.
The families they suffer, don’t you doubt it; most back home just don’t think about it.
Holidays, Birthday’s, Anniversaries too; I can just call, and say I miss you.
Card after card from my youngest son, says I miss you dad and I want you home.
We’ll make it through like we have every time; we don’t give up, we’re just not that kind.
I took an oath and I made a vow, Soldiers don’t quit and I sure won’t now.
At times it is hard and I don’t understand, but I’ll carry on and I’ll do all I can.
I write this poem down on my knees; please dear God, give me the strength.
America the beautiful, America the great; please turn around before it’s too late.
I love you so much and I’ll give you my life, if this path that I’ve chosen demands such a price.
Please make it worth it, keep our country worth saving; fight for the values that this world has taken.
Return to the Christ, our Savior and King; that right there is the #1 thing.
And I’ll fight the fight day after day, protecting our Freedom and the American Way!
So you wanna know what war's like? That's the best answer I got. That's what it's been like for me.