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Yet another loss at war. (to close to home for me this time)

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Thats my cousin on the right. I just received this image two days ago. He has spent the past two years in training and has only been deployed in Afghanistan for just over 3 weeks.

Yesterday or today depending how you look at it his Hummer was hit with an RPG. I mourn his lose dearly now.

I was real close w/ him growing up, we took numerous hiking trips, paintball, and had plenty of good times together. His enthusiasm was infectious and we talked about enlisting together as kids quite often. Part of me feels I should have been with him.I know I probably would not have changed the outcome, but he deserved to be with family.
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condolences brother.
My condolences. This is very sad.
Sorry to hear about this man. Your cousin sounds like a cool guy.
I can't tell you how sorry i feel..... I used to be a hummer driver for 2 years in my 5year mil.service... I hope he can rest in peace...
My condolences. I'm sure it's of no consequence to you, but I think his loss -as sad as it is- is for a noble purpose. Rest his, and all the others who've paid the ultimate sacrifices souls well. If there is anything I can do, please don't hesitate.
My condolences. I'm sure it's of no consequence to you, but I think his loss -as sad as it is- is for a noble purpose. Rest his, and all the others who've paid the ultimate sacrifices souls well. If there is anything I can do, please don't hesitate.
I'd bet there are keyboards burning up over this post. Before you hit submit, please remember that this is about Quintin's cousin.

I am sad to hear of your loss Bro. Sad and angry.
Sorry for your loss Quintin.
My deepest condolences to your family, Q. We'll keep 'em in our prayers.
You have my sincerest apologies for your loss and deepest condolences to you and your family during this difficult time. RIP
Sorry to hear, sir. He will be always remembered as a hero, as all our soldiers. Condolences to the family.
My condolences to you and all of your cousin's family.

Bivouac Of The Dead
By Theodore O'Hara

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents to spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dreams alarms;
No braying horn or screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.

Their shriveled swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.

The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.

Like the fierce Northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with triumph, yet to gain,
Come down the serried foe,
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew the watchword of the day
Was "Victory or death!"

Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O'er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the glory tide;
Not long, our stout old Chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.

Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation's flag to save.
By rivers of their father's gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.

For many a mother's breath has swept
O'er Angostura's plain --
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above its moldered slain.
The raven's scream, or eagle's flight,
Or shepherd's pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o'er that dread fray.

Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil --
The ashes of her brave.

Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulcher.

Rest on embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep here shall tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While Fame her record keeps,
For honor points the hallowed spot
Where valor proudly sleeps.

Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished ago has flown,
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor time's remorseless doom,
Can dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.

(Written in memory of the Kentucky troops killed in the Mexican War - 1847)
Portions Of This Haunting Poem Are Inscribed On Placards
Throughout Arlington, As Well as On
The McClellan Gate There.


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I'm sorry to hear about your cousin Quintin. From the way you decribe him, the world needs more people like him. :( My most sincere condolences to you and your families.
Sorry to hear the news man, I have a cousin still in Iraq and have lost two of my best friends over there.
I've lost 13 friends, classmates, and fellow unit members; it never gets easier.

Sorry to hear about your loss Q. He looks like he really enjoyed what he was doing in that pic.
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