QUOTE(noonanda @ Sep 5 2006, 08:27 AM)
well sunday I got an email from one of the interpeters from my iraqi battalion, he told me that my interperter "Tom" was killed in bagdad saturday. Dont know the details yet but I am mad. His real name was Hyder, but he picked the nickname "Tom" so he wouldnt have to worry about someone finding out he was a terp. He was a great guy, always upbeat even when we were doing almost back to back patrols, was not afraid to get into a fight. We sat around alot and BSed about all kinds of things, from music to movies, he would teach me some arabic and I would help him with english if he had questions. A few days before I got wounded, while he was on leave, his uncle was killed in bagdad so he got an extra week of leave. I didnt get to say goodbye to him. I always knew that in a firefight I could yell out "TOM" get on the radio or do this or that and he would do it. He wanted a safe and free Iraq he could raise a family, he had a Fiancee and was planning to get married in a few months. To some of you he would have just been another Iraqi casulty, but to me he was like a brother, always able to count on him. He will be missed.
Gu Yallah hyder, Salaam aleikum, and Ashufuk Baadyen my brother.
(Go with God, Peace be with you, See you Later)
St. Crispen's DayFrom
Henry V... he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother.
He was your brother, Sarge. He was my brother. He was Marine's brother, and Doc's, Tom's, IStoodForYou and Indianhead's. I, as insignificant a warrior as could ever be, hurt for him, and you, and all of us who have lost a brother.