I will never forget the day we got the call that someone from 3-71 CAV had been killed.
I will never forget thinking 'not B-TRP, Ichi or Ben', 'not B-TRP Ichi or Ben.
I will never forget getting a phone call from Aaron 30 mins before I headed off to the chapel to hear the name of the fallen.
I will never forget the pain in his voice when he said, "It was Ben."
I will never forget after less than a 3 min conversation me telling Aaron I had to go, I was going to be sick.
I will never forget feeling guilty that I couldn't be there for him to help him grieve for his friend.
I will never forget driving up to Maine for Ben's funeral.
I will never forget Fran and I laughing at certain points in the trip over Bugles as fingernails and then looking at each other wondering if it was OK to be laughing.
I will never forget walking into the funeral home for the viewing passing all the pictures of Ben from when he was a baby to when he had grown into a man.
I will never forget the closed casket and the solider standing guard beside it.
I will never forget the pain in their eyes when Ben's mom and dad hugged me thanked me for coming.
I will never forget the strength and love Ben's family displayed as they told stories of his life.
I will never forget walking behind the hearse to the grave site with tears in my eyes.
I will never forget taps being played and the 21 gun salute to our friend.
I will never forget feeling guilty and wondering if it was OK to leave because it felt like I was abandoning him.
I will never forget out first dinner as a group without Ben when the guys got home.
I will never forget the feeling that since Ben was gone the guys would never be the same. I would never be the same.
I will never forget leaving Fort Drum for out next post and feeling once again that we were leaving him behind.
I will never forget finding out we were moving to Maine, to a city just a few hours from Ben's hometown.
I will never forget Aaron and I taking the drive one Sunday afternoon to spend the day with his parents.
I will never forget them recounting the haunting details of the knock on their door that night.
I will never forget seeing Ben's childhood home and the apple orchard he spent so many summers working at.
I will never forget taking Aaron to Ben's grave.
I will never forget that Aaron for the first time opened about the whole day and how he felt about it.
I will never forget leaving his grave site that day feeling for the first time that it would be OK. We all would be OK. And thinking of that awesome day when we will see his face again.
I will never forget Ben and how he changed our lives in the few short years we were lucky enough to call him friend.
Please never forget those who gave all for their country and yours.