Today I opened the paper to see the photos of 1000 Americans killed in Iraq, bringing the total to 4000 who have died there. I am so saddened by their happy, open, energetic faces. Here are two pieces written by lost soldiers that particularly got me:
Daniel E. Gomez, an Army combat medic, fell in love with Katy Broom, his sister’s close friend, through email and then all over again in person while home on break.
Here's the "just in case" letter Daniel gave to Katy before leaving to head back to Iraq -
Hey baby. If you’re reading this, then something has happen to me and I am sorry. I promised you I would come back to you, but I guess it was a promise I could not keep. You know I never believe in writing “death letters.” I knew if I left one for my folks it would scare them. Then I met you. We were supposed to meet, darling. I needed someone to make me smile, someone that was an old romantic like I was. I was going through a very rough time in Iraq and I was startin to doubt my mental state. Then one day after a patrol, I go to my facebook and there you were...
I can’t stop crying while I writing this letter, but I have to talk to you one last time, because maybe the last time I heard your voice I did not know it would be the last time I heard your voice....
I Love You. Go be happy, go raise a family. Teach your kids right from wrong, and have faith, darling. I think I knew I loved you even before I met. I love you, Katy. * Kiss * Goodbye
Ryan Hill wrote this on his Myspace page on Nov. 1, 2006 -
I try not to cry. I have never cried this much my entire life. two great men got taken from us way too soon. i wonder why it was them in not me. I sit here right now wondering why did they go to the gates of heaven n not me. I try everynight count my blessing that I made it another day but why are we in this hell over here? why? i cant stop askin why?
I'm so very sad for all the mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, sons, daughters, boyfriends, girlfriends, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who have lost people they dearly love. Brave soldiers all.
Please, can't we bring them home?