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<strong>Chapter</strong> <strong>44</strong><br />
My Heroes<br />
In some ways all of the pain and suffering I endured is more than<br />
offset by the overwhelming generosity and outpouring of good will<br />
from so many people. If I learned anything from this horrific experience<br />
it is that there are many, many more good people than bad in<br />
the world. That is why we fought in Iraq, to give the good people in<br />
that part of the world the opportunity to share in the good life we<br />
have here in America.<br />
Three of my brothers lived and died for the belief that<br />
everyone deserves to share our freedoms. As their brother, it<br />
is my obligation to ensure that their lives were not lost in vain<br />
and that America continues to stand up for freedom anywhere<br />
others are enslaved, free and open communication is prohibited,<br />
education is denied, or religion is dictated. I live to honor Bryan,<br />
Corey, and Jimmy, and all of my brothers in service who gave<br />
their lives to win these basic human rights for people they did<br />
not know.<br />
This chapter has been by far the most difficult, because no matter<br />
how many changes I make, I am not satisfied. I cannot find words to<br />
sufficiently express or accurately describe what Bryan, Corey, and<br />
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Jimmy meant to me—their friendship and work ethic, and all that<br />
they stood for.<br />
SGT Bryan McDonough<br />
Bryan was one of those guys who was born to be a soldier. He<br />
was so good at it he made everything look easy, much like a professional<br />
athlete will make the most incredible action appear simple,<br />
until you try to do it. We met on the firing range at Camp Shelby at<br />
the beginning of our deployment. I realized immediately that Bryan<br />
was a superb machine gunner and when one of my guys departed<br />
with a bad back I quickly requested Bryan as the replacement.<br />
Once we were together, it was like we had always known one<br />
another, and we did grow up almost neighbors. I attended White<br />
Bear Lake High School, and he was at Roseville High School in the<br />
next suburb. We discovered that we even knew some of the same<br />
people growing up and wondered how often we had crossed paths<br />
before joining the Guard.<br />
Being Bryan’s team leader made being good friends awkward<br />
at times, especially when I handed out extra duty or he drew some<br />
undesirable detail. Tension would hang over us, and he would go<br />
silent; then there would be a knock on my door, and there was<br />
Bryan. “Want to go to chow?” We would walk to the chow hall, chat,<br />
and eat like nothing had happened.<br />
He was such a good soldier that he was named Soldier of the<br />
Quarter for Bravo Company, and then Soldier of the Battalion in<br />
November 2006.<br />
We can’t bring Bryan back, but his boundless energy, contagious<br />
smile, and profound commitment to doing the right thing lives on<br />
through the annual gathering of soldiers, friends, and family at the<br />
Bryan McDonough American Heroes Charity Golf Tournament at<br />
Oak Glen Country Club in <strong>Still</strong>water, Minnesota. Proceeds from<br />
the Tournament are used to assist wounded Minnesota soldiers and<br />
their families.<br />
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The Third Annual American<br />
Heroes Tournament drew 253<br />
golfers, including many of the<br />
guys we served with and a few<br />
celebrities, such as Minnesota<br />
Twins coaches Ron Gardenhire<br />
and Steve Little. The tournament<br />
has grown so large that it has<br />
morning and afternoon sessions<br />
of eighteen-hole scramble play<br />
with lunch and dinner programs<br />
that bring in even more people<br />
for the massive silent auction<br />
and dance.<br />
Bryan’s golf tournament is my favorite day of the year. It is a day<br />
that everybody from our unit takes off work and gets together to<br />
play golf, laugh, drink, and reminisce. It is the one day of the year<br />
that we all go back to 2005 when we were together and things were<br />
normal. Bryan, Corey, and Jimmy are not at the tournament in body,<br />
but we know they are there.<br />
I am proud to have had the opportunity to serve with Bryan, but<br />
even more proud to have had him as my friend.<br />
SGT Corey Rystad<br />
Corey was another guy I got to know at Camp Shelby when he<br />
hopped into the bunk above me and quickly became a little brother<br />
to me. Coming from a small town in northern Minnesota, he was<br />
the kindest person I ever met.<br />
Every soldier talks about what they are going to do when they<br />
go home. We all tossed around crazy ideas and laid out goals. Corey<br />
was going back to school to become an x-ray technician in a rural<br />
northern community. I constantly urged him to move to the Twin<br />
Cities, mostly because I wanted all my guys nearby when we went<br />
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I share one last good time with<br />
Bryan and Corey two hours before<br />
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home so we could hang out together. But, as much as I loved the<br />
hustle and bustle of the big city, Corey wanted quiet and fresh<br />
country air.<br />
At his funeral more than a thousand people including Minnesota<br />
Governor Tim Pawlenty, U.S. Senator Mark Dayton, Congressman<br />
Collin Peterson, and nearly the entire city of Red Lake Falls crowded<br />
in and around St. Joseph’s Catholic Church on December 13, 2006.<br />
The sun broke out that day adding uncharacteristic warmth to a<br />
December day in the far North.<br />
The town’s businesses closed, and flags dropped to half-staff<br />
on every building while their young hero was laid to rest between<br />
two tall pine trees in snow-covered northern Minnesota—far<br />
from the scorching Iraq desert where he died. His death brought<br />
the war home to Minnesota’s remote farm region. In response to<br />
many requests, the funeral was broadcast live to Thief River Falls,<br />
Baudette, Karlstad, and other small towns that hug the Canadian<br />
border.<br />
Like most soldiers, Corey was a good athlete. He lettered in<br />
football and hockey at Lafayette High School in Red Lake Falls<br />
where he graduated in 2004. He loved golf, hunting, and helping<br />
younger hockey players by organizing referees for the local hockey<br />
program. I often think back to our time at Pensacola Beach when<br />
Corey let my sons bury him in the sand, and he was enjoying it and<br />
laughing more than they were. He would have made a great father.<br />
SSG James Wosika Jr.<br />
A Minnesota State champion wrestler and football player for<br />
Highland Park High School in St. Paul (Class of 2000), Wosika<br />
served with the Minnesota National Guard in Kosovo and Iraq.<br />
Following high school, he returned frequently to help coach young<br />
wrestlers.<br />
After Jimmy died, fifteen friends and relatives, including his<br />
sister Nichole, her husband John Stafford, and James Wosika Sr.,<br />
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Jimmy gives me a free ride in Kosovo<br />
asked Minneapolis tattoo artist Tommy Reif to put portraits of<br />
Jimmy on their bodies in homage to their hero. Reif had created a<br />
tattoo for Jimmy when he was on leave in August 2006.<br />
That image of Jimmy’s picture on my computer screen along<br />
with the story that he had been killed is burned into my brain—it<br />
is still hard to believe that he is gone. When I think back to when<br />
we were young, wide-eyed privates the memories conjure up happy<br />
thoughts. We always talked about what it would be like when we<br />
became leaders, what we would do, and how we would lead. Those<br />
talks seem so long ago, but Jimmy became a great leader. His men<br />
respected him and the things he taught them.<br />
It is easy to sit in an Armory on drill weekend and talk about<br />
what we would do in combat and how we would lead, but it is<br />
another thing to actually go into battle in Iraq and do it. SSG James<br />
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Wosika Jr. put his life on the line for the men in his team, and he<br />
most likely saved their lives in the process. I could not be more<br />
proud of him for what he did and the example he set for the soldiers<br />
that follow in his footsteps.<br />
A final thought…<br />
My heart aches just thinking about my friends. I believe in what<br />
our unit accomplished in Iraq, and I believe my friends gave their<br />
lives defending a worthy cause.<br />
Often I find myself looking back at December 2, 2006, and it<br />
always feels to me that there was a plan all along for us to hit that<br />
IED. We took more photographs the day before, and on December<br />
2, than on any other day. We all slowed down to enjoy just talking,<br />
laughing, and working together. We enjoyed that day.<br />
Memories of the day expose a range of emotions. It was the day<br />
that two of my best friends died and I nearly died, but it was also<br />
the last time we were all together and happy. I think about our foot<br />
patrol that morning and the conversations we had. It is those conversations<br />
that I miss the most. I long for the random questions Corey<br />
would ask. I miss the times I was on overnight guard shift at the<br />
pump house and Corey or Bryan climbed into the tower where we<br />
talked through the night about nothing and everything. It’s still hard<br />
for me to believe we will never have those conversations again. I still<br />
talk to them sometimes when I’m alone, but they don’t talk back.<br />
All of my wounds have healed except the hole in my heart. That<br />
wound will never heal, and that’s fine with me. As strange as it<br />
sounds, it was the loss of my friends and my legs that showed me<br />
how to live my life; it taught me to see everything in a new perspective.<br />
Disaster was a cruel way to learn this lesson, but I will not<br />
waste it. I see every day as a gift, truly the first day of the rest of my<br />
life, and I will make today the very best day.<br />
I miss those guys, and I am committed to making them as proud<br />
of me as I am of them.<br />
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