A Vermont National Guardsman killed last week in Afghanistan was killed by friendly fire, the Boston Globe reported today. Master Sergeant John Thomas Stone, 52, was struck in the torso by small-arms fire on March 29.
When they told me you had died, I bled tears. When they told me you had died from friendly fire, I could not believe that this had happened.
In the hours-long Afghan battle, Stone, a Canadian soldier, another American soldier, and an Afghan army soldier, were killed and three other Canadians were wounded. Officials from the U.S., Canada and Afghanistan will investigate the deaths, according to the Boston Globe.
I remember when you were my father's lab assistant, you took us skiing and your car was full of empty six packs; you were a young buck then, and always had an easy smile. I could not believe that this would ever happen to you.
Insurgents attacked the primitive Afghan base, using mortars, rocket-propelled grenades, heavy weapons and small arms. Coalition forces returned fire, and also received air support, the Boston Globe reported.
I remember in your letters, you wrote you wouldn't be coming back. In my letters, I wrote that you would. Even then, I could not believe.
A spokeswoman for the Vermont National guard said that the investigation does not mean that military officials believe that it was coalition forces that killed Stone.
I remember when a one-hour credit mistake flagged your lack-of-full-time student status and you were called to the draft. In return for letting you finish your degree, it was agreed you would enlist after graduation. Even then, I could not believe.
Stone was a medic and was assigned to a small base in Afghanistan, described as "little more than an expanse of sand, surrounded by a single ring of sandbags," according to The Globe and Mail.
I remember when your mother wrote the government, demanding to know how this could happen in a civilized country such as ours. Even then, I could not believe.
Insurgents attacked the base from three directions. The previous day, a deadly ambush killed eight soldiers in the Afghan National Army, in a convoy that was traveling to the base. In response to the ambush, Canadian troops were summoned.
I remember when we saw your name on the wall. Even then, I could not believe.
Stone had been stationed at the base to help train the Afghan National Army. He was due home in two weeks, and then would return to the National Guard until July or August, when he would have been sent home.
Where have all the flowers gone.


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"It is the doom of men," Merlin said, "that they forget."
Beautiful piece, Kathryn. Living 10 minutes from Kent State now and then, the war did come home...
Stay tuned for more articles on the 60s.
I wanted to go back in after 9/11 but was talked out of it by family and friends and still feel guility. When I read about the outrage people express towards Pres. Bush and this senseless war, I think back of ALL the men and women hurt and killed by the very senseless and unprovoked Vietnam War and feel frustration. All war is horrible and painfull but a part of the world we live in. We were attacked, HERE, in the US and at least in Afghanistan I believe we should have gone there. I still don't know about Iraq,bu thank you for your story and the insight.
I like how you mixed the past with the present. Great writing as always!
It took me so long to finally gaze on your name,
embedded by hands and someone unknown,
The etching are small, yet Grand Canyon in size,
They all seem to speak to me,
they whisper, 'unbound these ties,'
I close my eyes, your eyes stare back,
again my hands reaches and then drops,
to the next name, he rests near you,
what tears were fell for him?
This granite river starts to flow in rhythem,
and all the names shine, like ever lasting prism,
I place the flowers near the wall,
and can only beg there be no war,
that chisels so many,
in granite lines.