JohnCushman
Well-known member
It seems like yesterday, but it was 12 years ago in Taji, Iraq, that one of the greatest men in the world ended up dying. We were hit with an IED and he ended up dying in Baghdad after I kept him alive for 45 minutes, even while getting ambushed. Izzy was a man of faith, a husband, and father to 6 kids. I dream about that blast every night and there's not a day that goes by that I wouldn't have gladly traded places with him. Another fraction of a second and it would have been me that died instead. Why would such a good man have to die? My existence over the past 12 years has been a constant reminder of my failure as a medic and a cruel joke of having to live with my physical and mental and emotional incapabilities. Why?
If anyone feels so compelled, say a nice thing to whatever higher power you believe in and let Izzy know he's not forgotten...
If anyone feels so compelled, say a nice thing to whatever higher power you believe in and let Izzy know he's not forgotten...