A Salute To Our Marine Corp Brothers And Those Who Have Given All

[John Matas]

If you have noticed, my recognition emblem is that of the US Embassy in Beirut. I use this symbol in honor over 200 Marines who parished while flying the flag at the Beirut International Airport. This happened in 1983, while I was a senior in high school. A few months later, US Troops invaded Greneda and I knew it was my time to enlist. I signed into the Army on the delayed entry program that same year as a Cavalry Scout. On my "dream sheet," I requested El Salvador, Fort Knox, and Germany (I knew US Advisors were being sent to El Sal for its civil war). I was assigned to Fort Knox (D Troop, 10th Cav) and 3/2 ACR in Germany. Each day I spend at home, I don;t forget the sacrifices of those who paid the ultimate price for our freedom. I've learned not to "sweat the small stuff." Every time I get the chance, I hoist a glass in memory of those who no longer can.

[James F. Burgos]

Well said, John, well said. I left the 2nd Cav. and the Army 40 years ago and I still get teary eyed every time one of our Brothers is laid to rest. Last month, in Tucson, Az. , graves of some Cavalry Troopers from the 1860's to the 1880's were discovered in a construction site. The bones were interred at the Veterans Cemetery In Sierra Vista, just outside Ft. Huachuca and I was able to attend. Even though they died over 100 years ago, it made no difference to me. Toujours Pret James Burgos HQ Troop 3/2 ACR 1968 and 1969