April 4

[SS Junk]

Happy Alive Day. Really glad you are still around and have been able to move beyond the shit you went through.

[Forever_frost]

Glad you're still alive. Only met you once, but you're definitely one of the more interesting people I've encountered.

You know, that's a nice way of saying "Dude, you're fucked in the head." But thank you. I keep this thread alive every year because my guys deserve it. I'm alive because they fought when I was unconscious and I fought for them when I was awake. We are and were a team and that's what it was all about. Not politics, not Washington, not even about the Iraqis we were saving but each other.

In those moments, the guy who rat fucked the MRE's and who was an asshole to you in the rear suddenly is the guy drawing fire so you can be safe while you reload. The guy you can't stand and would rather gut in his sleep is the same guy you're willing to charge against AK fire so he can be carried off the field.

It's brotherhood and that bond burns ... forever. I recently just touched base with some guys I haven't talked to in years and it was like that time was never gone. We're older but.... that's about it.

Today we honor our fallen and those who rose again to continue the fight.

[Rick Modena]

HAD Frosty...

[JC316]

Today is my alive day. For those who do not have one, allow me to explain.

Everyone has a birthday. A day you were brought into the world kicking and screaming, surrounded by people who love you. A day full of hope and promise. An alive day is something similar.

An Alive Day is a day I briefly died, a day that I was shot in the head and both thought it would be the day I breathed my last surrounded by people who wanted me dead and my brothers who were bleeding to keep me alive AND the day that I woke back up to a path full of possibilities.

My Alive Day means that some who were with me did not make it back. It means that they fought so that I may live. It means I continue to fight so their memory lives on. It means that despite depression and guilt over coming back, I soldier on.

Today is my Alive Day and I thank my brothers for making sure I see it every year and my God for bringing me to Salvation that I may see those I lost again one day.

Glad you're still alive. Only met you once, but you're definitely one of the more interesting people I've encountered.

[Forever_frost]

Today is my alive day. For those who do not have one, allow me to explain.

Everyone has a birthday. A day you were brought into the world kicking and screaming, surrounded by people who love you. A day full of hope and promise. An alive day is something similar.

An Alive Day is a day I briefly died, a day that I was shot in the head and both thought it would be the day I breathed my last surrounded by people who wanted me dead and my brothers who were bleeding to keep me alive AND the day that I woke back up to a path full of possibilities.

My Alive Day means that some who were with me did not make it back. It means that they fought so that I may live. It means I continue to fight so their memory lives on. It means that despite depression and guilt over coming back, I soldier on.

Today is my Alive Day and I thank my brothers for making sure I see it every year and my God for bringing me to Salvation that I may see those I lost again one day.

[Forever_frost]

I'm continuing this one a bit early this year. One to give my guys who didn't make it back that much longer in people's mind and two, because we're all stuck inside and a couple days isn't really anything.

Despite the quarantine, the fight doesn't stop. There are still men and women in harm's way. Honor them. That's all I ask and all they would ask. Tip your hat, take a drink and lift up their families in prayer.

[Forever_frost]

Very good to hear. I've been watching everyone check in with our patch. It's easy to spot us on this day.

[KBScobravert]

I checked in with Lorenzo just a minute ago.

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[Forever_frost]

15 years ago today. Lift your glasses high and say a prayer for the families of those who did not return.

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

Fitz-Greene Halleck, Marco Bozzaris.

[Forever_frost]

Sadr City

[Forever_frost]

[Chili]

"Stands Alone"! and "Brave Rifles"!

[The Sarge]

Well, resurrected thread for a resurrected reason. Instead of recreating this, I just dug it back up. I mean, us corpses (me and this thread) have to stick together don't we?

4 days until my alive day and this week, keep my boys in your thoughts, hold your loved ones close and tell your buddies you love them. Take not one day for granted because it can be taken in a heartbeat and, even after 15 years, I remember that day as if it were a few hours ago.

After that day I was homeless for 6 months, went through a divorce immediately afterwards where I lost everything I owned, got hit by a semi truck where my Ranger was totaled (folded up into itself), walked home from the hospital, lived out of the back of a 79 Suburban and went back to school for my degree.

I lost everything after that day and then it was returned to me 100 fold. I have a wife and two (soon to be 3) children and two dogs. God is good. If you learn nothing else from this story of this day of my life, learn this. God is good. That day, that worst day of my life had long lasting effects. The migraines, nightmares, the tremors and the pain are still here but it made me realize just how precious life is. When I looked down the barrel of my own pistol after losing my home, my (now ex)wife, my truck and a job I loved along with my health, I couldn't see a good part. I just saw pain, hurt and darkness.

I couldn't see where I am now. That path is dark, it's lonely and it's full of hurt. But in it, when I was screaming in the night, God held my hand. Even when I didn't want Him to, He did. I think it's because of Him that I can go through every day with this injury and the survivor guilt because I know I'll see my buddies again. There is something on the other side and I was not chosen to go that day. I will eventually. My work wasn't done and I didn't understand it then and still dont' for the most part but God is good and He has a plan.

Lift your drinks high to the Cav, to brothers and sisters who did not come home and to those who did. My family, my friends and those who give all for this Republic.

Infantry leads the way.

Fight the Good fight sir. We lose brothers everyday. Reading this lifted my spirits. Thank You


Armor leads the way.

[Forever_frost]

Maybe there's someone on here who will read this, who is having a bad day, who is hurting and can't see a good part of it. Thinks that there's never going to be an okay day to come. There will be. God has a plan. It can hurt. It probably will. It will make you scream and cry and beat against the walls until your fists bleed but there's a point to it. You will get better, there will be something to gain and....

God is good.

[juiceweezl]

Well, resurrected thread for a resurrected reason. Instead of recreating this, I just dug it back up. I mean, us corpses (me and this thread) have to stick together don't we?

4 days until my alive day and this week, keep my boys in your thoughts, hold your loved ones close and tell your buddies you love them. Take not one day for granted because it can be taken in a heartbeat and, even after 15 years, I remember that day as if it were a few hours ago.

After that day I was homeless for 6 months, went through a divorce immediately afterwards where I lost everything I owned, got hit by a semi truck where my Ranger was totaled (folded up into itself), walked home from the hospital, lived out of the back of a 79 Suburban and went back to school for my degree.

I lost everything after that day and then it was returned to me 100 fold. I have a wife and two (soon to be 3) children and two dogs. God is good. If you learn nothing else from this story of this day of my life, learn this. God is good. That day, that worst day of my life had long lasting effects. The migraines, nightmares, the tremors and the pain are still here but it made me realize just how precious life is. When I looked down the barrel of my own pistol after losing my home, my (now ex)wife, my truck and a job I loved along with my health, I couldn't see a good part. I just saw pain, hurt and darkness.

I couldn't see where I am now. That path is dark, it's lonely and it's full of hurt. But in it, when I was screaming in the night, God held my hand. Even when I didn't want Him to, He did. I think it's because of Him that I can go through every day with this injury and the survivor guilt because I know I'll see my buddies again. There is something on the other side and I was not chosen to go that day. I will eventually. My work wasn't done and I didn't understand it then and still dont' for the most part but God is good and He has a plan.

Lift your drinks high to the Cav, to brothers and sisters who did not come home and to those who did. My family, my friends and those who give all for this Republic.

Infantry leads the way.

Quoted because this post above any other I've read on this forum deserves it. Thank you, Frost, and so many others for serving, and you are 100% correct. God is great and has a plan. We just have to follow it. Glad you are with us and sharing your story another year. Bottoms up!