תאריך: 27/06/13

® Night bereaved families who tyre-June 2013

A night-fighter-squadron unit without any event warriors the worst.
Here everything is so special, loving, exciting and made life alive.
Embroidered and amukim relationships that can-brewing between brothers in arms.
But even here there are gaping wounds that most will never fade-the depths they too lose this place so special and beloved author.
Bereaved families
From 13
ספ”כ u.s. Navy and army reserves.
Tyre commanders before.
The Navy
As a warrior and as a squadron first day you grow into it, you know it could happen, you know someone who has fallen, or bereaved family or heard stories or heritage.
But, unlike anything you’ve learned and ready, Warrior and Commander ready.
The worst.

For this event, no training, no lesson, instruction, or training.

Precious families

I’m not different than the fighters and commanders. I too have experienced the “experience”, the rocks, and so requires.

When you fight, you can do almost everything.

Alert fighters, nice quiet, narrow range in boats in the water.

You feel inoculated with men-combatants armed with faith, determination, and professionalism.

This meant mountains, constructed and have trained and as teams.

Then the battle begins firing, grenade, said reports about bullets whistle, flare-rocket fight in oz-.

Suddenly shouted, wounded, read about the Medic ran-medical link begins.

Someone gets hurt, and you started to pray.

The fight continues-storming, guards, move forward-giving orders to continue, review status, and pray that there won’t be a serious injury and planning already head the steps.

A report about the doctor-you have connected, he reports. The rogue. You know him personally, the character is facing.

From the moment that nothing, nothing will be as it was.

The battle ends and begins the journey. Bereavement travel trenches.

And in the battle of this Chair … and commitment to bring everyone home rests on your shoulders, there are moments that you don’t even want to go back.

Let’s wait now, keep, rejected and stop up the steps.

The meeting with the people in atlit base. The base now wear black and the only people who want to get close and tight and you just want to be with people, and more.

And you want to delay the conversion story-too many families.

Even so, the fact that you, Sir, and you are still not aware of and that info is ripping and hurts.

That bathroom. The men accompanied the only people knocking at your doorstep and jerked your life forever and you heart pre message you already starting to tear up and hurt your pain.

Then, the encounter with you. Look in eyes, crying, hugging, a description of the battle, how the son fell, “convincing explanations” and early loss.

Slowly, step by step, and more along with this terrible bereavement that lives with you and us, rise, holding hands and start to climb together, we and especially you.

We, human beings, men, friends and commanders, with a connection to life-like, two friends who were with us.

We will replace, no comfort, and no cure. But we never with you and beside you.

, RAM
Warrior, friend, and bereavement.

Translated from Navy website

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