Rest in peace Wild Bill (28/4/1923 - 9/3/2014)! A hero in every sense of the word.
The top Army prosecutor for sexual assault cases has been suspended after a lawyer who worked for him recently reported he’d groped her and tried to kiss her at a sexual-assault legal conference more than two years ago. (x)
British Army Sapper Adam Moralee. 5 MAR 2014.
Died at Camp Bastion, Helmand province, Afghanistan in a non-combat related incident. Moralee was assigned to 32 Engineer Regiment, Royal Engineers.
It might not exactly be doctor’s orders, but it made perfect sense to Josh Sweeney.
"If you hit somebody, you feel a lot better," he says, making his way off the ice from a grueling practice with the U.S. Paralympic Sled Hockey team – a sport also known as "murder-ball on ice."
Sled hockey might be the fastest sport in the Paralympics; players strap on to a tiny sled perched a few inches off the ice, balanced on one double-runner skate. They use two short sticks like ski poles to fly across the ice. Then the sticks flip around, with a hockey blade on the tip. Players can switch the puck quickly between left and right, and shoot from either side.
The Paralympic movement started with disabled veterans after World War II. Today, there are many veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan in Sochi with the U.S. team; Sweeney is one of them.
Photo Credit: David Gilkey/NPR
USMC Lance Corporal Caleb L. Erickson. 28 FEB 2014.
Died in Helmand province, Afghanistan, of wounds suffered from an improvised explosive device while conducting combat operations. Erickson was assigned to 1st Battalion, 9th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force out of Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
USAF Master Sergeant David L. Poirier. 28 FEB 2014.
Died of non-combat related incident currently under investigation. Poirier was assigned to 157th Operations Support Squadron out of Pease Air National Guard Base, New Hampshire.
I recived these photos and a letter from a Vietnam veteran, he’s looking for old comrades who can approve that he was wounded in Khe Sahn. Here is the letter:
The incident in which I was wounded happened during my second tour in Viet Nam. I spent my first tour in the Da Nang area at the Ammunition Depot called freedom Hill.
It was the summer of 1968, towards the end of the siege of Khe Sahn that our base began to receive attacks with 140mm rockets. The first few attacks were just a few rockets around mid-day. My guess is that the NVA hoped the sound of operating equipment would prevent us from hearing the rockets launch and give them a better chance of catching more Marines in the open. It worked.
As the siege on Khe Sahn increased so did the number of rockets in the daily assaults on our little base. Some days we would catch as many as 30 of 40 in a 24-hour period. This was about a tenth of what Khe Sahn was getting just about eight miles West of us. It was during one of the daytime attacks that my unlucky number came up to be caught in the open. Rockets landed on three sides of me but the closest was on my left and I was about in the center of the open loading field where the convoy trucks stage for off-loading munitions; fortunately to area was empty that day.
I knew something had happened to my left ear because along with the concussion of the rockets I felt a ripping in my inner ear and I could not hear anything with either ear for hours. The next day I went to see the Doc because the hearing had not returned in my left ear. He had me lay on his table and looked in my ear. When he spoke, I didn’t like the news; he said he couldn’t find my eardrum and looked again. He said it must have been blown loose and it was gone.
This is when he said that he was recommending me for a Purple Heart and sending me “State Side”. I told him I didn’t want the Purple Heart; I had lost several friends three of them within just a few days and they had nothing to show for their lives but Purple Hearts. At that time I felt unworthy of the same medal for the loss of my hearing.
Doc called for a chopper that was carrying wounded from Khe Sahn to make a drop-in and pick me up on it way to the Hospital Ship Repose. I concealed a small shrapnel wound I got on my left hand because I thought it would only complicate things if I made an issue of it.
Once onboard the Repose a Navy Doctor examined my ear under better conditions and “found” my eardrum. He said that it had been severely torn and stretched but it would heal. He packed my ear canal I returned to LZ Stud on the next available chopper.
I was told by a VA employee in Ohio that I would need witnesses of this incident, ideally, the Navy Corpsman, to ever hope of having my Purple Heart awarded. At 66 I could use the medical benefits and trust that those dear friends who fell in battle so many years ago would be understanding of my needs at this time.
Thank you for any help you can offer.
If you can help please send me a message and i’ll give you Ray’s email adress. Thank you!