When we lose people during war, in the back of our mind, it is somewhat excepted that it could and can happen. But, losing a military member(s) in garrison during an a training exercise, is extremely hard to take. While I was employed at KBAY, there was more losses of life at home then being deployed. I have experienced losses of life during training mishaps, alcohol/drug related, and suicides. To me, this hurts my heart, my soul, and my overall wellbeing. And I only was there in a civilian capacity. I can only imagine how it impacts the military family.
On January 14, 2016, I was laying in bed, and got a push notification that two H-53 helicopters crashed. My heart instantly sank deep into my chest. I had an uneasy feeling that I knew who they were, and I was right. Twelve Marines lost their lives and, I knew six of them. When I say I knew them, as a civilian, I used to manage the barracks enlisted quarters that they lived in. As part of my job, I would frequently chat with them, make small talk, made sure they knew who I was and made sure maintenance was being done in a timely and just manor. I was somewhat their maintenance advocate.
As I sat in the bleachers, on the flightline, civilians, news reporters, officers,and enlisted, came together to mourn this loss of these 12 marines.
I wrote this in honor and memory of those that perished that dreary night
Air Crew
We are a rare breed. Everyday there is an uncertainty; a knot in your stomach, that we may not make it home.
We unknowingly set out to give ourselves to something greater than us.
Always Remembered
As the ocean ebb and flow into the sand
It is a constant reminder
That you are not on this land
Keeping a watchful eye for light
Even when our eyes are closed
We will keep you in our sight.
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