Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
Excellent finds Chris. And David, I like that one to!
Some pics of inspiration
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My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. On this flight." (H.R. Stands for human remains.)
"Are they military?" I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'Is there an escort?' I asked.
'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'.
'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said..
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. 'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flightdeck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.
'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also onboard', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.
We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia. The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had onboard with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I Saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.'
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. Afterl anding, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seatbelt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft. When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane.
They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
"Are they military?" I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'Is there an escort?' I asked.
'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'.
'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said..
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. 'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flightdeck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.
'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also onboard', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.
We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia. The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had onboard with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I Saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.'
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. Afterl anding, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seatbelt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft. When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane.
They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
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RabidAlien
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Dammit, NJ. Now I'm bawlin. No crap about "allergies" or "something in my eye". That story does it to me every time.
BTW...thanks for posting it again.
BTW...thanks for posting it again.
Great story! Thanks for sharing.
ontos
Tech Sergeant
Ahhhh man NJ, you had tears in my eyes to.
Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
Vic Balshaw
Major General
RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
RabidAlien
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RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
Dunno if these have been posted yet, but I found these pics and the story over at http://joe-ks.com/ (for a Canadian, he's got more American patriotism than a lot of Americans I know):
Karla Comfort received a lot of looks and even some salutes from people when she
drove from Benton, Arkansas, to Camp Pendleton, California, in her newly-painted,
custom Hummer H3. The vehicle is adorned with the likeness of her son,
20-year-old Lance Cpl. John M. Holmason, and nine other Marines with F Company,
2nd Battalion, 7 th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division who were all killed by
the same improvised explosive device blast in Fallujah, Iraq, in December, 2011.
For Karla Comfort, having the vehicle air brushed with the image of the 10 Marines
was a way to pay homage to her hero and his fellow comrades who fell on Iraq's
urban battlefield. "I wanted to let people know (Marines) are doing their jobs
honorably, and some of them die," said the 39-year-old from Portland, Oregon.
"I don't want people to forget the sacrifices that my son and the other Marines made."
Leading up to her son's death, Karla Comfort had received several letters from him
prior to his return. He had been deployed for five months, and Comfort "worried
everyday he was gone until she got the letters and found out the date he was
coming home," she said. Marines knocked on the front door of her home in
Farmington, Michigan, at 3 am with the dreadful news. "I let my guard down when
I found out he was coming home," she said. "There are times that I still cannot
believe it happened . It's very hard to deal with."
Karla Comfort came up with the idea for the rolling memorial when she and her two
other sons attended John's funeral in Portland, Oregon. "I saw a Vietnam memorial
on a car, and I said to my son Josh, 'we should do something like that for John,' "
she recalled. "He loved Hummers." She purchased the vehicle in January and
immediately took it to AirbrushGuy Co. in Benton, Arkansas, where artist
Robert Powell went to work on changing the plain, black vehicle into a decorative,
mobile art piece. "I only had the vehicle for two days before we took it in," she joked.
Two hundred and fifty man-hours later, Powell had completed the vehicle.
The custom job would have cost $25,000. Out of respect for Karla Comfort's loss
and the sacrifices the Marines made, AirbrushGuy Co. did it for free. Comfort
only had to purchase the paint, which cost $3,000. "I love it," she said.
"I'm really impressed with it, and I think John would be happy with the vehicle.
He would have a big smile on his face because he loved Hummers."
Karla Comfort gave Powell basic instructions on what to include in the paint job.
But in addition to the image of her son in Dress Blues and the faces of the nine
other Marines, there were several surprises. "He put a lot more on than I expected,"
she said. "I think my favorite part is the heaven scene." On the left side of the vehicle,
a detail of Marines are depicted carrying their fallen comrades through the clouds
to their final resting place. The American flag drapes across the hood, the words,
"Semper Fi" crown the front windshield and the spare tire cover carries the same
Eagle Globe and Anchor design that her son had tattooed on his back.
"All the support I have been getting is wonderful," she said. Karla Comfort decided
to move back to her hometown of Portland, and making the cross-country trip from
Arkansas was a way for her to share her son's story. It's also her way of coping with
the loss. "Along the way I got nothing but positive feedback from people," she said.
"What got to me was when people would salute the guys (Marines). It's hard to
look at his picture. I still cry and try to get used to the idea, but it's hard to
grasp the idea that he's really gone."
Karla Comfort received a lot of looks and even some salutes from people when she
drove from Benton, Arkansas, to Camp Pendleton, California, in her newly-painted,
custom Hummer H3. The vehicle is adorned with the likeness of her son,
20-year-old Lance Cpl. John M. Holmason, and nine other Marines with F Company,
2nd Battalion, 7 th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division who were all killed by
the same improvised explosive device blast in Fallujah, Iraq, in December, 2011.
For Karla Comfort, having the vehicle air brushed with the image of the 10 Marines
was a way to pay homage to her hero and his fellow comrades who fell on Iraq's
urban battlefield. "I wanted to let people know (Marines) are doing their jobs
honorably, and some of them die," said the 39-year-old from Portland, Oregon.
"I don't want people to forget the sacrifices that my son and the other Marines made."
Leading up to her son's death, Karla Comfort had received several letters from him
prior to his return. He had been deployed for five months, and Comfort "worried
everyday he was gone until she got the letters and found out the date he was
coming home," she said. Marines knocked on the front door of her home in
Farmington, Michigan, at 3 am with the dreadful news. "I let my guard down when
I found out he was coming home," she said. "There are times that I still cannot
believe it happened . It's very hard to deal with."
Karla Comfort came up with the idea for the rolling memorial when she and her two
other sons attended John's funeral in Portland, Oregon. "I saw a Vietnam memorial
on a car, and I said to my son Josh, 'we should do something like that for John,' "
she recalled. "He loved Hummers." She purchased the vehicle in January and
immediately took it to AirbrushGuy Co. in Benton, Arkansas, where artist
Robert Powell went to work on changing the plain, black vehicle into a decorative,
mobile art piece. "I only had the vehicle for two days before we took it in," she joked.
Two hundred and fifty man-hours later, Powell had completed the vehicle.
The custom job would have cost $25,000. Out of respect for Karla Comfort's loss
and the sacrifices the Marines made, AirbrushGuy Co. did it for free. Comfort
only had to purchase the paint, which cost $3,000. "I love it," she said.
"I'm really impressed with it, and I think John would be happy with the vehicle.
He would have a big smile on his face because he loved Hummers."
Karla Comfort gave Powell basic instructions on what to include in the paint job.
But in addition to the image of her son in Dress Blues and the faces of the nine
other Marines, there were several surprises. "He put a lot more on than I expected,"
she said. "I think my favorite part is the heaven scene." On the left side of the vehicle,
a detail of Marines are depicted carrying their fallen comrades through the clouds
to their final resting place. The American flag drapes across the hood, the words,
"Semper Fi" crown the front windshield and the spare tire cover carries the same
Eagle Globe and Anchor design that her son had tattooed on his back.
"All the support I have been getting is wonderful," she said. Karla Comfort decided
to move back to her hometown of Portland, and making the cross-country trip from
Arkansas was a way for her to share her son's story. It's also her way of coping with
the loss. "Along the way I got nothing but positive feedback from people," she said.
"What got to me was when people would salute the guys (Marines). It's hard to
look at his picture. I still cry and try to get used to the idea, but it's hard to
grasp the idea that he's really gone."
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
Holy cr@p!
more....
Lance Cpl. John M. Holmason
John Holmason believed in what he called the "Marine way," his father Timothy said from the family home in Scappoose, Ore., a town of about 5,000 people roughly 20 miles north of Portland. "He believed in the Marines and what they stood for." John's life in tiny Scappoose was the outdoors. He loved to hunt and fish. His dad still talks about the 38-pound king salmon John landed as a kid on a fishing trip with his grandfather. He played Pop Warner football, golf in high school. He was an Eagle Scout and was well-liked and well-known in his small town. But John didn't know where life would take him after high school. He thought about college, his father said, but didn't want to go just to go. He wanted experience, something beyond the jobs he had taken out of high school. The Marines and the "Marine way" stood out, his father said, as a fit for his strong beliefs. He became a Marine in September 2004. By March 2005 he, too, would become a member of the 2-7. He shipped out on the Fourth of July, first for Kuwait, then for Fallujah. Back home, the Holmasons were concerned about their son, but they knew this:
Staff Sgt. Daniel J. Clay
Clay, of Pensacola, Fla., was a husband to wife Lisa, a son to Sara and Clarence Clay, a leader to his men in the 2-7.
A platoon sergeant, he was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines, two years ago in November 2003 and left for Iraq with his men in July.
Lance Cpl. Adam W. Kaiser
Adam Kaiser was among the youngest who died Dec. 1. The 19-year-old rifleman was born the day before Independence Day, 1986, in Loudon County, Va., and had been with the 2-7 just two months before he got the order to head to Iraq in July. He is survived by his parents, Christine and Wade of Romeoville, Ill.
Lance Cpl. David A. Huhn
Lance Cpl. David A. Huhn was 24 years old. He, too, was assigned to the 2-7 in March, joined the Marines a month after Holmason did, in October 2004. Like Holmason, Huhn was a rifleman.
He leaves his mother, Diane, of Portland, Mich.
Lance Cpl. Robert A. Martinez
Lance Cpl. Robert A. Martinez was 20. Houston-born, he enlisted in the tiny Texas town of Splendora in June 2003. By November 2003, the young rifleman was one of the men of the 2-7. He shipped out to Iraq with his unit in July.
He leaves his mother, Kelly Hunt of Splendora.
Cpl. Anthony T. McElveen
Anthony McElveen, like many of the men who lost their lives on the first day of December, was just 20 years old. But the young man and husband who joined the corps from Little Falls, Minn., was serving as a team leader when he and his men shipped out to Iraq in July. He is survived by his wife, Carrie; and his parents, Debra and Thomas of Little Falls.
Lance Cpl. Scott T. Modeen
Scott T. Modeen, like McElveen, was a Minnesotan, born in the Twin Cities suburb of Edina.
At 24, he also was a team leader, joining the Marines in 2003. He would have marked his second year with the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines in January. He is survived by his father, John, of Inver Grove Height, Minn., and mother, Kimberly, of Blaine, Minn.
Lance Cpl. Craig N. Watson
Craig Watson was a rifleman with the 2-7. The Kansas-born 21-year-old became a Marine in June 2003 and by November of that year was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines. Watson is survived by his father, Jay, of Caro, Mich., and mother, Shirley, of Union City, Mich.
Lance Cpl. Andrew G. Patten
Andrew Patten had just been assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines when his unit got the call in July. He joined the unit in March as a rifleman. Among the youngest of the men, he was 19 years old. Patten is survived by his father, Alan, and mother, Gayle Nachansky, both of Byron, Ill.
Sgt. Andy A. Stevens
At 29, Andy Stevens was the eldest of the 10 who lost their lives. A 10-year Marine Corps veteran, the Wisconsin-born Stevens was a scout sniper in his third year with the 2-7 when he died. Stevens is survived by his father, Allen, of Tomah, Wis., and mother, Kaye Olson, of Maryland Heights, Mo.
more....
Lance Cpl. John M. Holmason
John Holmason believed in what he called the "Marine way," his father Timothy said from the family home in Scappoose, Ore., a town of about 5,000 people roughly 20 miles north of Portland. "He believed in the Marines and what they stood for." John's life in tiny Scappoose was the outdoors. He loved to hunt and fish. His dad still talks about the 38-pound king salmon John landed as a kid on a fishing trip with his grandfather. He played Pop Warner football, golf in high school. He was an Eagle Scout and was well-liked and well-known in his small town. But John didn't know where life would take him after high school. He thought about college, his father said, but didn't want to go just to go. He wanted experience, something beyond the jobs he had taken out of high school. The Marines and the "Marine way" stood out, his father said, as a fit for his strong beliefs. He became a Marine in September 2004. By March 2005 he, too, would become a member of the 2-7. He shipped out on the Fourth of July, first for Kuwait, then for Fallujah. Back home, the Holmasons were concerned about their son, but they knew this:
Holmason's body will arrive at Dover Air Force Base, Del., on Friday. His buddy, Lance Cpl. Adam Hayward will escort his fallen friend on the long ride home. Services are Sunday. Holmason leaves behind his father, Timothy, of Scappoose; his mother, Karleen Comfort of Farmington Hills, Mich., and his grandfather Richard Holmason of Portland, Ore.
Staff Sgt. Daniel J. Clay
Clay, of Pensacola, Fla., was a husband to wife Lisa, a son to Sara and Clarence Clay, a leader to his men in the 2-7.
A platoon sergeant, he was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines, two years ago in November 2003 and left for Iraq with his men in July.
Lance Cpl. Adam W. Kaiser
Adam Kaiser was among the youngest who died Dec. 1. The 19-year-old rifleman was born the day before Independence Day, 1986, in Loudon County, Va., and had been with the 2-7 just two months before he got the order to head to Iraq in July. He is survived by his parents, Christine and Wade of Romeoville, Ill.
Lance Cpl. David A. Huhn
Lance Cpl. David A. Huhn was 24 years old. He, too, was assigned to the 2-7 in March, joined the Marines a month after Holmason did, in October 2004. Like Holmason, Huhn was a rifleman.
He leaves his mother, Diane, of Portland, Mich.
Lance Cpl. Robert A. Martinez
Lance Cpl. Robert A. Martinez was 20. Houston-born, he enlisted in the tiny Texas town of Splendora in June 2003. By November 2003, the young rifleman was one of the men of the 2-7. He shipped out to Iraq with his unit in July.
He leaves his mother, Kelly Hunt of Splendora.
Cpl. Anthony T. McElveen
Anthony McElveen, like many of the men who lost their lives on the first day of December, was just 20 years old. But the young man and husband who joined the corps from Little Falls, Minn., was serving as a team leader when he and his men shipped out to Iraq in July. He is survived by his wife, Carrie; and his parents, Debra and Thomas of Little Falls.
Lance Cpl. Scott T. Modeen
Scott T. Modeen, like McElveen, was a Minnesotan, born in the Twin Cities suburb of Edina.
At 24, he also was a team leader, joining the Marines in 2003. He would have marked his second year with the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines in January. He is survived by his father, John, of Inver Grove Height, Minn., and mother, Kimberly, of Blaine, Minn.
Lance Cpl. Craig N. Watson
Craig Watson was a rifleman with the 2-7. The Kansas-born 21-year-old became a Marine in June 2003 and by November of that year was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines. Watson is survived by his father, Jay, of Caro, Mich., and mother, Shirley, of Union City, Mich.
Lance Cpl. Andrew G. Patten
Andrew Patten had just been assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines when his unit got the call in July. He joined the unit in March as a rifleman. Among the youngest of the men, he was 19 years old. Patten is survived by his father, Alan, and mother, Gayle Nachansky, both of Byron, Ill.
Sgt. Andy A. Stevens
At 29, Andy Stevens was the eldest of the 10 who lost their lives. A 10-year Marine Corps veteran, the Wisconsin-born Stevens was a scout sniper in his third year with the 2-7 when he died. Stevens is survived by his father, Allen, of Tomah, Wis., and mother, Kaye Olson, of Maryland Heights, Mo.
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Brigadier General
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Nice work, and to all:
