
It was an ordinary day at my community college. I walked in to the main foyer where I saw a couple of recruiters. I immediately harassed them. I told the boy talking to them to make sure, if he joined, to get nice and screwed up like I did. When asked about my comment I informed the slick-armed (no combat patch) buck sergeant that I was a 60% disabled combat veteran. I was discussing my time in the Army when an NCO from my old unit, who had apparently landed recruiting duty, appeared behind me. We reminisced for a while and we talked about our friend that we had lost. It was his soldier, he was the one who pulled her badly burned body from the flames. It was this talk that led to talk of how the unit was doing now. They are currently in Kirkuk and I had heard they were not doing well. This was when he floored me. He told me that Bravo had lost a guy. Bravo was my old battery and when I asked who, he said "Webster, I think, yeah it was Webster." I was in denial. I called everyone I knew from the unit. I called CQ, I called my friend on Rear D, I called a bunch of people. When I had exhausted all of my plausible deniability, I realized it and the tears came. A full grown man wept like a child right where I stood. I saw his picture and it was even less deniable. Webster's gone...

It's funny the things that go through your head when you learn about something like this. I remembered that I owed him 50 dollars, I remembered hanging out and drinking and how he always had a dip in. I remembered him wiping his ass with our favorite NCO's Arkansas Razorbacks flag. I remembered his wife and 3 daughters. Webster was there for me while I struggled with my failed marriage and subsequent divorce. He was there for everyone in Iraq, with his indomitable sense of humor and realistic optimism. He was even there for me when I got back and was struggling with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Alcoholism. I'm not a religious man, but it's times like this I wish I was. If Webster could read this, I would tell him that I'm here if his family ever needs me for ANYTHING. I'd tell him that he chose his wife wisely and that his 3 daughters will be brought up to be 3 beautiful, successful women. I thought the war was over for me, but I don't think it ever will be. For everyone else Iraq is 6,000 miles away, but for me it's there waiting for me when I close my eyes. I want my friends all to come home...
"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends" - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
http://www.wqad.com/news/wqad-leroy-webster-iowa-solider-iraq-042809,0,5894961.story
http://www.militarycity.com/valor/4061461.html





