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Armor up to defend your family against this Islamic threat. We now know that they will go to any lengths against humanity.
“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”
- 1 Timothy 5:8
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Two years ago 13 American volunteers were killed in action while supporting the noncombat evacuation operation at Hamid Karzai International Airport in Kabul, Afghanistan.
They are heroes.
I was CONUS serving as Current Ops Chief in a unit supporting the effort.
We'd watched the ANDSF and GIRoA crumble under the strain of the Taliban until Kabul was finally under direct threat.
The Op had the same feel as many other no-notice contingency deployments I'd supported - rapid planning, long hours, risky unknowns, and a team coming together under pressure to get it done - but something was different.
Afghanistan was a place that we'd all invested a lot in. "A lot" is an understatement. It was our purpose. We grew up in those mountains and valleys. It was our war and our mission. We'd fought it out of the lime light for years, without so much as a headline unless we lost somebody. This was the bitter end of it. We knew it. And the stakes were so damn high.
We were busy. I didn't sleep but for an hour or two between shifts, slept in the office for convenience, and when I did go home for a few hours to change my uniform or sleep in a bed for a minute, there was something so inexplicably stark about the contrast of that simple peace in my home while intimately knowing what was happening on the other side of the world.
Whenever I caught a headline on the news it made me sick. Why did America care now? We'd been grinding it out over there my entire career, and a decade before. We missed anniversaries, birthdays, births, funerals, and more. We'd lost buddies and experienced life-changing events without so much as a nod from those who couldn't find Helmand on a map.
Between hours-long planning sessions, update briefs, and shift changeovers I'd find myself trying and failing to make sense of it all.
We were on a VTC when the device detonated at Abbey gate. The dudes forward immediately terminated their connections and moved towards the fight.
The initial reports were wrong (always are). When the full scope of the carnage came into view we knew everything had changed.
I hope you never have to hear a report of a fallen comrade come over the radio. I hope I never hear it again.
The next few days were a blur. We watched the final aircraft fly away carrying the last Americans from Afghanistan. It was silent for the first time in our ops center. Dozens of professionals who'd invested so much over so many years were speechless. Someone finally broke the silence with "Well that's it, boys."
That's it.
I've been fortunate not to have struggled too much with the invisible wounds of war that many of my friends have. Despite being exposed to unspeakable violence and loss over multiple deployments, I was ok.
I think the dam finally broke when I watched that last plane fly away. I spoke to the Chaplain about a year ago and recounted everything that I could remember from every deployment, things I've never shared. It helped.
He told me he's spoken to countless Afghan vets that were feeling the same thing. He encouraged me to open up to my wife about the things that were on my mind and I did. It helped. As the Taliban began their march on Kabul I wrote some prose to vent. It also helped. I've shared it before and I'll share it again below this post. Others have told me reading it helped them, too.
I think it's important to share our experiences in life, especially the unique ones. No headline can convey the human impact of an event like a human who experienced it.
I don't think my story is special. I wasn't there. I just helped as best I could. We all did. What else can you do?
Check on your homies.
Remember our heroes.
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