Ten years ago this evening, CPT Mike Medders was killed by a suicide bomber in Diyala Province, Iraq. He was my friend. He was my brother. I could share so much about him, but this story — from after his death — speaks to how much he was loved. 1/
In 2011, the officers of Sabre Squadron, 2/3 ACR gathered to celebrate Mike’s life in his hometown. There was a charity golf tournament that day to benefit his foundation. That night we joined his family and dozens of his friends for a party in his honor at his sister’s house. 2/
There were stories. There was lots of alcohol. We filled the house. We filled the driveway. We celebrated Mike. Then, suddenly, we heard the unmistakable sound of bagpipes playing Amazing Grace. 3/
Everyone froze. The sound grew closer. It was a neighbor. He marched to the end of the driveway, stopped, and played through each verse of the classic hymn. 4/
There was total silence. Each of us raised our glass in salute throughout the song. Then, when it was over, the neighbor turned and marched away, without a word. 5/
I’ve never forgotten that moment. It was one of the most profoundly moving of my life, and a testament to how his sacrifice reverberated through his community. 6/
We lost too many good men during our year in Diyala. I grieve them still. I used to want to somehow “get over” that aching sense of loss. Then, I remembered, that ache is what makes us remember. I treasure that pain now. 7/
It helps us remember. We can see their faces. We can remember their voices. We can never forget. God bless you Mike Medders. God bless your family. Rest well, and we will see you again in the eternal life to come. /end
