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I will use this as a spot to tell a story of the kid I served with who died over in Mosul, Iraq.
In Fall of 1995 I was assigned to Alpha Co. 2/187 Infantry as their Medic. One of these soldiers was a brand spanking new from Baisic & Infantry school Private First Class. His name was Jake Demand, PFC Demand as I knew him, and all of 19 or 20 years old. Our 1st field problem, and his 1st ever, was to be a Bunker clearing exercise at night under constant fire support. The command staff had also decided that this was going to be the 1st time in a long time that they would allow minimum safe distance firing from the supporting fire. Basically what this meant was that the incoming supporting fire from Artillery, Blackhawk Gunships, and Mortars, would be coming down damn close. We practiced the routine for weeks, with PFC Demand as 1 of our SAW Gunners. My job as Medic was really just to tag along behind the Platoon Sgt and hope nothing went wrong. Well the night of the actual field exercise came and Cripes what a fireworks show. My adrenaline was flowing and we were running and I felt so alive. As the Platoon Sgt ran for the bunker I noticed he was a bit nervous and moving differently then during training. That was when I noticed that there was tracers whipping all around us - PFC Demand had forgotten to shift fire and was now firing into our midst. The Platoon Sgt noticed I was behind him and told me to get in the bunker fast as he went towards PFC Demand. I literally dove head first into the bunker when I neared it. Shortly thereafter PFC Demand ceased firing - he got royally chewed out, but no one was hurt. Makes me laugh nowadays that during my short time in the only time I almost got shot was from my own guys.
This being 1995, and me a Atlanta Braves fan, I was talking a lot of baseball. PFC Demand was a baseball fan too, and we talked a lot. He was a good kid, and for a Infantry soldier hardly foul-mouthed at all - Hell, I as the Medic cussed more than him even. Our talk of baseball turned to other subjects, our military careers, future plans, personal interests, etc. I being the older, he asked a lot of advice. I thought of all my soldiers as my kids that I looked after, but PFC Demand stood out as he was just so good natured.
Well I got Melanoma Cancer shortly thereafter. I went through several surgeries on my left neck (thus the name Halfneck) left arm and right lung. I was offered to get out on a Medical discharge but I stayed in as I could still do my job and pass my physical fitness test. The long runs were hard though as the immunotherapy injections I gave myself 3 times a week took a lot out of me. Early on as I was trying to adjust too them we had a battalion run. I was sucking hard and started to fall behind from my company. As I was starting to think about giving up my guys from Alpha Co. came along and started saying "C'mon Doc you can do it." "Here Doc jump in with us." and "4 more miles Doc run with us we will get you through." PFC Demand was one of them.
Well the use of my left arm got worse and I got out in '99. Lost track of a lot of them as the years past. After 9/11 and Iraq I honestly avoided a lot of the news as I was bitter that I was no longer in and I did not want to know if anyone I knew was killed.
Then one day at the Clinic bored and surfing the Internet at lunch I stumbled upon a U.S. Caualty list. Though I did not want to look I found myself going through the names. As I hit the D's there was a Sgt. Demand with a picture from his Basic Training. Killed in Sept of '04 while on Patrol in Mosul, Iraq. I had to leave work early.
In the days that followed I found out that Sgt. Demand had gotten married and had 2, possibly 3 kids, and then gotten divorced. He had requested a transfer from Ft. Campbell to Ft. Lewis so he could be closer to his family in Washington State. He was assigned to a Cavalry unit and was set to either transfer or get out of the Army when they were sent into Iraq. While on Patrol in Mosul on that fateful night they were ambushed by supierior forces and under heavy fire. Sgt Demand was protecting their indigenous Iraqi liason. In protecting the liason he expended all his ammo and was shot several times from which he eventually died. He was 29 years old.
I am haunted by his death as he was such a good person. Then here I sit with a not-so-stellar past and such severe cancer that back in late 95 I was not expected to live. I still have less that a 5% chance every year according to the statistics. Though I don't know the grand scheme of things I can only hope his death meant something to someone and was not in vain.
In Fall of 1995 I was assigned to Alpha Co. 2/187 Infantry as their Medic. One of these soldiers was a brand spanking new from Baisic & Infantry school Private First Class. His name was Jake Demand, PFC Demand as I knew him, and all of 19 or 20 years old. Our 1st field problem, and his 1st ever, was to be a Bunker clearing exercise at night under constant fire support. The command staff had also decided that this was going to be the 1st time in a long time that they would allow minimum safe distance firing from the supporting fire. Basically what this meant was that the incoming supporting fire from Artillery, Blackhawk Gunships, and Mortars, would be coming down damn close. We practiced the routine for weeks, with PFC Demand as 1 of our SAW Gunners. My job as Medic was really just to tag along behind the Platoon Sgt and hope nothing went wrong. Well the night of the actual field exercise came and Cripes what a fireworks show. My adrenaline was flowing and we were running and I felt so alive. As the Platoon Sgt ran for the bunker I noticed he was a bit nervous and moving differently then during training. That was when I noticed that there was tracers whipping all around us - PFC Demand had forgotten to shift fire and was now firing into our midst. The Platoon Sgt noticed I was behind him and told me to get in the bunker fast as he went towards PFC Demand. I literally dove head first into the bunker when I neared it. Shortly thereafter PFC Demand ceased firing - he got royally chewed out, but no one was hurt. Makes me laugh nowadays that during my short time in the only time I almost got shot was from my own guys.
This being 1995, and me a Atlanta Braves fan, I was talking a lot of baseball. PFC Demand was a baseball fan too, and we talked a lot. He was a good kid, and for a Infantry soldier hardly foul-mouthed at all - Hell, I as the Medic cussed more than him even. Our talk of baseball turned to other subjects, our military careers, future plans, personal interests, etc. I being the older, he asked a lot of advice. I thought of all my soldiers as my kids that I looked after, but PFC Demand stood out as he was just so good natured.
Well I got Melanoma Cancer shortly thereafter. I went through several surgeries on my left neck (thus the name Halfneck) left arm and right lung. I was offered to get out on a Medical discharge but I stayed in as I could still do my job and pass my physical fitness test. The long runs were hard though as the immunotherapy injections I gave myself 3 times a week took a lot out of me. Early on as I was trying to adjust too them we had a battalion run. I was sucking hard and started to fall behind from my company. As I was starting to think about giving up my guys from Alpha Co. came along and started saying "C'mon Doc you can do it." "Here Doc jump in with us." and "4 more miles Doc run with us we will get you through." PFC Demand was one of them.
Well the use of my left arm got worse and I got out in '99. Lost track of a lot of them as the years past. After 9/11 and Iraq I honestly avoided a lot of the news as I was bitter that I was no longer in and I did not want to know if anyone I knew was killed.
Then one day at the Clinic bored and surfing the Internet at lunch I stumbled upon a U.S. Caualty list. Though I did not want to look I found myself going through the names. As I hit the D's there was a Sgt. Demand with a picture from his Basic Training. Killed in Sept of '04 while on Patrol in Mosul, Iraq. I had to leave work early.
In the days that followed I found out that Sgt. Demand had gotten married and had 2, possibly 3 kids, and then gotten divorced. He had requested a transfer from Ft. Campbell to Ft. Lewis so he could be closer to his family in Washington State. He was assigned to a Cavalry unit and was set to either transfer or get out of the Army when they were sent into Iraq. While on Patrol in Mosul on that fateful night they were ambushed by supierior forces and under heavy fire. Sgt Demand was protecting their indigenous Iraqi liason. In protecting the liason he expended all his ammo and was shot several times from which he eventually died. He was 29 years old.
I am haunted by his death as he was such a good person. Then here I sit with a not-so-stellar past and such severe cancer that back in late 95 I was not expected to live. I still have less that a 5% chance every year according to the statistics. Though I don't know the grand scheme of things I can only hope his death meant something to someone and was not in vain.