Memorial Day. A day of celebration. A day of reflection. For some, it’s a day off from work, time with family and friends, maybe with no cognizance of what the day means to our nation. For others, it’s a day to remember those men and women no longer with us, those who gave their lives so that we may have ours. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, sons and daughters, cousins, nieces and nephews, best men and bridesmaids, teachers, and that kid from the 8th grade who never fit in until he stepped onto the battlefield that morning…
Who is being remembered by the SOFREP community?
Blake Miles will be thinking of Jeremy Wright. He writes, “Jeremy and I were in the same SERE class in the summer of 2004. Not only were we in the same class, but we ended up on the same evasion team, which meant we spent some long tired hours together, along with the rest of our small team…The day of Jeremy’s memorial service was a paradigm shift for us all. From what I knew, it was one of the first casualties of a close friend anyone had experienced. I was shaken up. Until that point, I made it a point to show no apparent weakness around my teammates. That all flew out the window, particularly after they played Amazing Grace on the bagpipes.
A SOFREP reader writes, “There was a loud “Bang” in the confined space and with a look of shock, my dad’s friend slumped. He was so distracted that he either forgot to check the chamber or he did it in the wrong order and chambered a live round.”