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May 25, 2009

Honor Roll

Go tell the Spartans, strangers passing by
That here obedient to their laws we lie.

For a long time, I've wanted to pull together the tributes to the fallen here at VC. Many of these were erased when I deleted the old site. There is no rhyme or reason to this list; for every story I've been privileged to tell, hundreds more passed without a formal remembrance.

Today it is fitting that we remember not only those whose stories we've stopped to remember over the years, but the many who served, fought, and died for us.

And we never knew their names. May light perpetual shine upon them, and may we never forget the tremendous debt we owe.

This list will be updated throughout the day.

Captain Rob Yllescas

• 1st Lt. Jonathan P. Brostrom, 24, of Aiea, Hawaii.
• Sgt. Israel Garcia, 24, of Long Beach, California.
• Cpl. Jonathan R. Ayers, 24, of Snellville, Georgia.
• Cpl. Jason M. Bogar, 25, of Seattle, Washington.
• Cpl. Jason D. Hovater, 24, of Clinton, Tennessee.
• Cpl. Matthew B. Phillips, 27, of Jasper, Georgia.
• Cpl. Pruitt A. Rainey, 22, of Haw River, North Carolina.
• Cpl. Gunnar W. Zwilling, 20, of Florissant, Missouri.
• Pfc. Sergio S. Abad, 21, of Morganfield, Kentucky.

More on these men here.

Staff Sergeant Michael Gabel

1st Lt. Matthew C. Ferrara, 24, of Torrance, Calif.
Sgt. Jeffery S. Mersman, 23, of Parker, Kan
Spc. Sean K.A. Langevin, 23, of Walnut Creek, Calif.
Spc. Lester G. Roque, 23, of Torrance, Calif.
Pfc. Joseph M. Lancour, 21, of Swartz Creek, Mich.
Marine Sgt. Phillip A. Bocks, 28, of Troy, Mich.

Captain Brian Chontosh
1st Sergeant Justin D. Lehew
Corporal Jason Dunham
Staff Sgt. Robert Whisenant

Sgt. Peralta: A Marine's Marine. More on Sgt. Peralta here.

Lieutenant Nathan Krissoff

Corporal Jason Dunham

Sergeant Jason Cook

PFC Natchez "Little Fawn" Washalanta

PFC Eric Paul Woods

Capt. Jeremy Fresques, 26, Florida
Maj. William Downs, 40, of Winchester, Va.
Capt. Derek Argel, 28, of Lompoc, Calif.
Staff Sgt. Casey Crate, 26, of Spanaway, Wash
Pfc. Eric Paul Woods, 26, Omaha, Nebraska

The Last Man

Posted by Cassandra at May 25, 2009 08:35 AM

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I am forever grateful to those named here or not who paid the ultimate price for my freedom and the sovereingty of our country.

They are heroes all and a lasting testament to the greatness of our country.

Posted by: vet66 at May 25, 2009 10:52 AM


Posted by: Cassandra at May 25, 2009 11:01 AM


I read your "To the Last Man" post and just shake my head.

Don't the civilians "get it?" Don't the people who have their freedoms here - the GLBT's, the radical left, any of the others - there are many - don't they get it?

When the powers they seemingly support are in charge, they will be are room temperature in short order. Tolerance from the aforementioned parties is a non-entity. Witness the freedoms in the rest of the world versus ours in this bastion of repression and militarism.


Posted by: Kbob in Katy at May 25, 2009 11:11 AM

For the Fallen
(originally published in the London Times, in 1914, I believe)

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Dear Cass and Carrie,
Thank you for these two posts. Re-reading many of of them reminds me of all that has been lost, yet may be again. Especially a great comment written by JHD a few years ago. It makes me very sad, yet, in another way, very hopeful

I hope we always remember. I hope America still remembers.

God Bless you both, and especially those who are serving far from home today.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at May 25, 2009 12:09 PM

I was thinking of that comment by JHD too :)

You know, he met my oldest boy a few months ago. They took the Burrito in to see him.

I am so grateful for the wonderful people I've been privileged to meet through the Internet. Especially my old friends.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 25, 2009 08:58 PM


I don't think they'll ever 'get it' until they have to pay part of the cost. But that's a human failing; we never appreciate what we don't have to earn for ourselves.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 25, 2009 08:59 PM

Remembering those who sacrificed their tomorrow for our today...
Cassandra, I do not think they will understand even if they pay part of the cost - case on point is Cindy Sheehan and one of the parents of LCpl Arredondo (I saw the coffin sticking out of the painted out SUV this parent was driving to the anti-war demonstrations in DC in 2006)

Posted by: olga at May 25, 2009 10:05 PM