Unit Shoulder Patch
I enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1991. My Basic Combat Training was completed at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri and Advanced Individual Training at Fort Bliss, Texas (both in 1992). My permanent duty station was
Fort Drum, New York...the U.S. Army's 10th Mountain Division, Light Infantry. A lot
of our training specialized in Extreme Cold Weather Survival/Mountain Warfare.
As we fly in the Blackhawk, buzzing the tree tops, I look down,
M60 machine-gun ready to fire, I see those who want to kill me.
Their feet naked; they look so young, but their faces
look so weathered. Even though their teeth are showing,
they're not smiling. Their lips look stone dry; breathing
heavily through their hungry mouths.
Many have already dropped from exhaustion,
but the group doesn't get any smaller. I momentarily
look away, but everywhere I look it's the same.
The walls of all these buildings are heavily peppered
with bullet holes
from top to bottom; out from the rubble comes a
woman holding her dying offspring.
The stench of death is in the air. I try
to pin-point it's location but it can be anywhere.
Whoever does not have the stomach for this fight, let him depart. Give him money to speed his departure since we wish not to die in that man's company. Whoever lives past today and comes home safely will rouse himself every year on this day, show his neighbor his scars, and tell embellished stories of all their great feats of battle. These stories he will teach his son and from this day until the end of the world we shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for whoever has shed his blood with me shall be my brother. And those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they bear of how we fought and died together.
I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith. U
|10th Mountain Division Shoulder Patch|