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Corporal Brent McCarthy
Guardsman Michael Roland
Sergeant Luke Taylor
Private Anthony Frampton
Lance Corporal Lee Davies
Sapper Connor Ray
Captain Rupert Bowers
Private Christopher Kershaw
Corporal Andrew Roberts
Corporal Jack Stanley
Sergeant Nigel Coupe
Private Daniel Wade
Private Ratu Silibaravi
LCpl Michael Foley
Corporal Jake Hartley
Private Daniel Wilford
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Honourable bye, sentimental friend
I thank you so much for your reply on what i said about our heros atarting at 19 their poor familys they must be so sad, I feel they should feel proud to how confusing their minds must be,
one man in my family was in Iraq he saw so much he asked us all to payto get him out he left the navy got some Medals to but the reason was what he saw, now he goes around this world, my Heart Bleed x x x x x x x
Lofty bye, sentimental soul mate
From an old soldier & survivor of an IED I know the feelings & pain felt for the comrades we have lost none of you are far from our thoughts. God bless & keep all serving personal safe
Charles
With mercy I respect the fallen heroes for the spirit of togetherness they have shown us by fighting against terrorism in the world and bringing peace to the people, also giving the ultimate sacrifice in order to divert a major disaster. I salute you all; Rest in peace. I also pray for their families, relatives & children in such that heaven & God can protect them in all bad conditions they’re going to face and bless them and give them peace.
Have a Merry Christmas to all of Our Brave Men & Woman where ever you all are in this World, you all are very Brave & you all are in my Thoughts & Heart
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERY ONE OF YOU ALL
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To all you brave soldiers out there or who have been out there, you are doing a brilliant job for your country and we are all very proud of you keep it up! To all the fallen, you died doing the thing you loved and for your country I’m very proud of each and everyone of you RIP.
Tribute to all those brave men and women who have served in war and are currently doing so. You have all of Great Britain supporting you and hope you all get home safely. The world should been in piece not war. You are all so so brave and should be really proud of yourselves, i would never be able to face what you are all facing.
In tribute to those young men who gave that we may be free – from wars in the past until now.
These young men here were sons, brothers, grandsons, husbands, partners, fathers. May their memories live on as a lesson for the future. God Bless xx
Thinking of you all on this Armistice Day and at camp in H on Sunday x God Bless you all x
Thinking of you all today on Armistice Day xx God Bless
Respect to all those who have fallen serving to protect our Queen and Country.
I think that this website is a fitting tribute to the Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters, Brothers and Sisters – awesome work well done, keep up the good work.
“Let me not mourn for the men who have died fighting, but rather let me be glad that such heroes have lived”
General George S. Patton.
Tragic loss of so many soldiers. My heart breaks every time.
R.I.P to our countries true heroes.
It doesn’t bear thinking about how many spouses and children and parents and siblings and other family members and friends have been grieved and have an empty space in their lives. It sort of hits you in the face when you look on that site. An awareness raising experience for me. Thank you.
Thank you for your service and your sacrifice from a Yank combat vet and borther in arms. You will remain with us in our hearts, our memories, our laughter and out tears. As the echo of our rifle salutes fade our toast to a fallen brother is eternal. U.S. Army Airborne Infantry Major, Ret (RVN 68 – 70)
To All Those Who Have Lost Their Lives,
I would just like to show my gratitude as a Briton to all those who have made the greatest sacrifice of all, their lives.
I am English-Iranian and believed that the war against Saddam Hussein’s Iraq was justified. Saddam was one of history’s most evil tyrants and his regime was rightly brought to justice.
Whatever the war, British soldiers have my full support. My grandfather fought in WW2 and great- grandfather was killed in action in WW1.
My sympathy goes to all relatives of those who have died but they died heroes and they should be proud of them.
When we look at the Soldier, we see a finely dressed man or woman standing before us, a highly disciplined individual snapping to attention, we recognize them to be our sons or daughters, wives, husbands, fathers or mothers whom we love very much.
We feel safe in their presence while knowing that they are a highly educated and skilful people with the determination in defending our country at all cost, even if it means giving up their own lives to do it.
Yes, when we look at the Soldier, we see a sharp, educated, disciplined, skilful, refined and greatly devoted person whom will stop at nothing in defending our country, whom will persevere against great odds in completing the mission simply because failure isn’t an option. My hat goes off to everyone in the Armed Forces, for you are the fearless and noble men and women amongst us.
Yet, there’s even more to these fine men and women, more to the Jet fighters who race across our skies and or, those who work in flight operations, More to the Army Grunts who sit in the trenches before and behind enemy lines, to the Tanks pilots that push ever forward across enemy lines, More to the Marines who fight on land and sea, and to him that mans the big guns upon the Naval ships and further, There’s much more to all the men and women involved in special operations, so much more.
There’s much more to a Soldier past then their shiny brass buttons and tags, there’s much more behind their neatly pressed field greens, kaki browns or shined boots, there’s just so much more to the Soldier then the impressive appearance to us that see them past their professional exteriors.
And so, this is my tribute dedicated to professional Soldiers everywhere who believe in doing the right thing, or who have died in the line of duty doing the right thing by God and Country.
I think that we, the civilians, should also understand the great sacrifice that’s given by those in the Armed Forces on a daily basis. I also pay tribute to our fallen comrades whom are no longer here to share the freedoms that we enjoy so much in the free world today.
Now as I begin, we should start off by saying that these fine women and men all started off their journeys with a dream and purpose in hand, just average folks who believed in something enough so, that they were, and are willing to place themselves in harm’s way and how selfless is this? This quality alone makes them something special in the world.
An idealism in patriotic duty, to serve and protect with all intentions in making the great sacrifice in preserving our free way of life should the need arise.
Yes, sacrifices are made before, during and beyond this journey as they endure long periods in being away from their families while stationed in hostile lands, sacrificed marriages in coming back to the states on occasion, not being able to attend the funerals of loved ones, not really getting to watch their children grow up, or at all in some cases.
Watching their good friends die on some obscure battlefield while dealing with other horrible atrocities of war, going without even the most basic necessities in a fifthly little outpost not even on the map. Sent to hot and barren lands while being hated by most and never really knowing who’s friend or foe And then, there’s always the chance of being captured, tortured or worse.
The nagging thought, that they will never see their loved ones ever again, or entertaining the suspicion that things will never come to be concerning their goals and aspirations, and that things needed to be said might go unspoken as there’s a possibility that they could fall into enemy hands, which only contemplate their demise.
The fear of becoming a P.O.W. whilst sitting in a makeshift prison in a foreign land is always present in in the back of a Soldier’s mind, yet he goes on to conquer his doubts and fears for the greater good.
You may ask, ‘Why would anyone want to be a Soldier?’ Especially when they are asked to give up so much? And the answer is, because they are the noble ones whom believe in doing the right thing at all cost.
These days, the Soldier doesn’t always understand politics of why he’s even stationed in a foreign land, and sometimes doesn’t even care, simply because his ideology of patriotism often times overrides the politics of what is, or what will be. The Soldier does what he’s told and fills his orders at great parallel to his own safety even if it means losing a limb or worse.
The Soldiers first obligation is in carrying out the Commander and Chiefs policies in achieving world peace through enforced order if need be, into a somewhat chaotic land while protecting the innocent and so, we can add loyalty, compassion and bravery to nobility and patriotism that make up the Soldiers virtues, agreed?
The Soldier fights against tyrannical rule, he fights to free innocent peoples from oppression wherever he finds it, he is the Champion of the weak and defenceless, He upholds the honour of those whom have fallen to his side, He is the bringer of justice in an otherwise unjust world. He stands for, and represents everything that is good in humanity.
Again, he is the mercy shown to even his enemy at times on the field of blood, and the liberator of a people in turmoil. The fighting man or woman is the saviour of the orphaned child and the bringer of justice in a lawless land. He is the modern day Knight upon a horse of steal, riding out to bring down the war monger.
He is the speaker of reason and the bringer of temperance when emotions run high; and the healer of the sick even unto abandoned little animals he might run across in his travels. The Soldier is the carrier of wars atrocities committed by the foe against the innocent yet; he not only takes on this pain freely but the pain of others as well.
No human being should be made to see the cruelties of war however, the Soldiers mind and spirit become the sacrificial lamb to the hellish memories of things that should never have been. He carries out the orders from the high command despite his own personal pain and cost; He does this so that others might live free to prosper through their ‘God-given’ rights to be treated humanely.
A combat Soldier walks through an uncertain day most of the time and never fearing death however, he does wonder when it might come calling for him via the gunners nest, or an I.E.D, nevertheless he pushes on with the memories of whom he serves and what his directives are, for he is the last line against evil and failure is not an option.
So you see, Soldiers aren’t all about the conflict even though it’s a part of what must endure in achieving peace for the rest of us. The Soldier is the hater of war and the lover of law and order, but also the one who says to the Enemy “This far you have come but no further shall you pass”.
And what of those who’ve fallen in action or the M.I.A.? Who will never come home again, who will never hold their child, and who will never see their sons or daughters grow up or get married. And more so, what of the families they’ve left behind and the price both family and Soldier have paid with tears and sorrow.
We must push forward so these sacrifices are never in vain; Evil must never win lest the world is lost. The fallen are gone but live forever in our hearts and minds and their memories and what they stood for must be ours to hold high.
The fallen lay still in green and fertile soil now, but the memories live on in those whom do understand their sacrifice and call to duty yet, the pain is no less as the day the final letter was delivered upon doorstep and we commended their Soul to the Heavens. The very essence of the Soldiers sacrifice is the very essence of freedom and the pursuit of happiness, the very blood of liberty.
I’m not the greatest writer on the Earth, but I felt it necessary to convey what I knew it to be like in being a Soldier myself way back when. I just wanted to honour all military personnel reading this by giving my eternal thanks for all the unseen and unheard sacrifices made by those who have, and continue to fight the good fight on my behalf.
My heart is saddened to view the deaths of so many fine people who have given their all through the years and so, I would just like to offer my condolence to all the families of the fallen. There’s nothing free in this world and this includes our freedom that comes at a great price.
Unfortunately, this awful price must be paid until the ignorance and evil in the world is completely abolished and or driven out of a civilized nation, a civilized world.
Again, thank you so very much.
I see the fallen’s names and photographs and its so overwhelming , we all go about out business and daily lives without a real glance into what is actually happening in the real world. These brave men and women without a second thought gave lives to protect our precious life ! My daughter’s present and future life, that is truly a gift and something that never be repaid ,, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you all have done and will do, you are all heroes and will be remembered for all time
I think it’s all too easy for those of us outside the military to get bogged down in our every day lives to sadly forget the sacrifices that are being made by these brave men and women on a daily basis.
So, I just wanted to say that your site is absolutely beautiful and a really fitting tribute to all our fallen soldiers.
With warm regards
Sharon
Your site is truly beyond exception. Absolutely wonderful. Those guys are without question the countries finest.
G. Gibson
THE FINAL INSPECTION – (Author Unknown)
The Soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now, Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?’
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
No, Lord, I guess I ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear..
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.
There was a silence all around the Throne,
Where the Saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
Step forward now, you Soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.’
Tears still fall from my cheeks as I submit this. From an ex Crab. My place I’d gladly trade (if indeed i was worthy if one) for someone more deserving than I.
A SOLDIER
There is discipline in a soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honour in a soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in a soldier you can see it in his eyes, there is loyalty in a soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in a …soldier that makes him stand apart; there is strength in a soldier that beats from his heart. A soldier is not a title any man can be hired to do, a soldier is the sole of what is buried deep inside you. A job is not finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, a soldier is always a soldier even when he is asleep a soldier serves his country and leaves his life behind, a soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilians mind, so I am saying to you if you are a civilian next time you see a soldier remember what they do and may have lost,. A soldier is the reason our land is “home and free” a soldier is someone who protects you and me, if you are a soldier I say this to you thank you for what you do and thank god for people like you ……
My Heart Bleeds For all of our Men that are in the War at this time of Year, My wish from my Heart is that Now the Warmongers have gone that started this War but there are still silly Men in thease Countrys that just can’t stop Killing their own ppl but our Men to.
From me I have Never ever liked War I saw enough in the early 70s
the sceens we saw then were Horrifing to say the least Vietnams were very Ruff to say, 9.11 Made me cry for weeks, watching from the start till now I still cry when i re see the Scenes.If I Had 1 Wish I would use it to Bring you all home safe & sound. I have Never Liked War & Never will I have never Voted as the Goverment did not send our Troops out to War with the Propper Equipment in the 1st place, Why is War Created by Politions, Religions & Warmogers, it so Stupid why can’t thay just STOP we have lost so meny Men its all wrong, I hope who ever agrees with me will let me know what thay think, My Love & HEART is with you all at this time of year So May I Take This Time To Wish You All A Very Happy Xmas as i never add Christ as He is Never There when you need him and he never will Good Luck in The New Year to Come Home Saftly Please x x x x
Soldiers Are Courageous & Strong
These soldiers are courageous and strong
These are the soldiers who fight for right and wrong
This is a place, where soldiers live and die
This is a place, when soldiers silently cry
This is not a nightmare or a dream
This is a war where people scream
These are the soldiers who’ve been picked off the ground
These are the soldiers who’ve bled without a sound
These are the soldiers with flesh hanging wide
These are the soldiers with limbs torn from each side
These are the soldiers who stood tall in the heat
then crawled away from bombed-out streets
These are the soldiers who have been hurt
who lie there quietly in sand and dirt
These are the soldiers who dragged themselves away
then quivered in pain through night and day
These are soldiers that are just names & tags
These are soldiers sent home in body bags
These are the soldiers that we must remember
All year-long and especially on the 11th of September
These are soldiers who keep peace for you and me
These are the soldiers who live and die to stay free
Published with the kind permission of Linda A. Racaniello
Salute and RIP all those who have lost their lives how many more have to die in a war we will never win and how many lives will this war mess up not only is it the soldiers who get killed in a war that will never been won its the soldiers mums dads sister brothers uncles etc who also suffer one soldier loss of life affects countless other people’s lives I was one of the lucky ones who survived although I was very lucky on two occasions someone was watching over me so I came home to my daughter and husband but many have not or will not end the war in Afghanistan it is a war that we cannot win so stop sending our sons daughters wives husband to their deaths
just wanted to say good luck to all the boys out there! Your doing us all proud. Best wishes and God bless. an ex 3 R Anglian.
Thankyou Wooton Basset for all your wonderfull work welcoming home our fallen,GOD bless them all
Something to think about:
The Average British Soldier
The average British soldier is 19 years old…..he is a short haired, well-built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country – and for you. He’s not particularly keen on hard work but he’d rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK.
He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home.
He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun.
He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. He has trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he’ll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He’ll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a fire-fight if you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job – it’s what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draw half the pay and have nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There’s an old saying in the British Army: ‘If you can’t take a joke, you shouldn’t have joined!’
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the ‘Last Post’ or ‘Sunset’ vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He’s not afraid to ‘Bollock’ anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone’s right to be an individual.
Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid.
He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men that have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding.
We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn’t like it either – he just has it to do.. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration…….
……with his blood!!
I want to personally thank all the men and women in the British armed forces for their service. For those supporting missions in Afghanistan and Iraq, thank you all for your service and sacrifice under difficult circumstances.
I was very saddened to see the death of Capt Head and when I saw the other fallen heroes on the website it reminded me of the same types of photos and faces of US service personnel who have given their lives in defense of the United States.
I have been retired from the US military now for over 18 years. (I was in an organization similar to the RAF Regiment and was stationed at RAF Upper Heyford in 1972-1974). Despite the length of time between my retirement and now, I still miss the military greatly and have the greatest fondness and respect for our military men and women who continue to serve. This certainly includes the military men and women from Great Britain.
As an American, I deeply appreciate the support, cooperation and the alliance between our two great nations. Thank you.
J dos Santos
US Air Force Officer. (Retired)