Goodbye Wolfmoon98
As I was going about my usual routine of reading what's new on my favourite Mr Brown's, I got here...
SPC Michael J. Smith aka Wolfmoon98 & "Smitty"
(13th Oct 1980 - 11th Jan 2005)
His life prematurely aborted on this day of 11th Jan in Iraq when a Rocket Propelled Grenade hit the Humvee he was in. He leaves behind his Russian wife, Oxana, whom he married three weeks before going to Iraq.
His last blog entry on 3rd Jan titled "regrets, i've had a few".
SPC Michael J. Smith may have been just another stranger, another hero, another unnecessary life lost every day in this war for whatever reason, whichever lesser of 2 evils you are on. It hit me espeically hard when I realised how close his death was to his last blog titled poignantly so. How many of us live our lives with regrets? How many of us live and not know that we should learn and gain strength from our regrets? How many of us will have time on our side to learn and gain strength? What was I doing on 11th Jan? Unhappy at work and bitching about the weather. Enough said.
His bro, Jim, has posted pictures of Wolfmoon98's Funeral Memorial Service at Arlington. Strangely, just as I activated the slideshow mode for viewing, the song by Five for Fighting, "Superman" played. It was such a moment...I dedicate this song to SPC Michael J. Smith and to the many more out there who lived and fought a greater purpose. Bless their souls.
"Superman" by Five for Fighting
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find, the better part of me
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
I wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie, 'bout a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Up, up and away, away from me, well it's alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride, with clouds between their knees
I'm only a man, in a silly red sheet, digging for kryptonite on this one way street
I'm only a man, in a phoney red sheet, looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me, inside of me, yeah inside of me, inside of me
I'm only a man, in a phoney red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man, in a phoney red sheet
And it's not easy…It's not easy to be me
SPC Michael J. Smith aka Wolfmoon98 & "Smitty"
(13th Oct 1980 - 11th Jan 2005)
His life prematurely aborted on this day of 11th Jan in Iraq when a Rocket Propelled Grenade hit the Humvee he was in. He leaves behind his Russian wife, Oxana, whom he married three weeks before going to Iraq.
His last blog entry on 3rd Jan titled "regrets, i've had a few".
SPC Michael J. Smith may have been just another stranger, another hero, another unnecessary life lost every day in this war for whatever reason, whichever lesser of 2 evils you are on. It hit me espeically hard when I realised how close his death was to his last blog titled poignantly so. How many of us live our lives with regrets? How many of us live and not know that we should learn and gain strength from our regrets? How many of us will have time on our side to learn and gain strength? What was I doing on 11th Jan? Unhappy at work and bitching about the weather. Enough said.
His bro, Jim, has posted pictures of Wolfmoon98's Funeral Memorial Service at Arlington. Strangely, just as I activated the slideshow mode for viewing, the song by Five for Fighting, "Superman" played. It was such a moment...I dedicate this song to SPC Michael J. Smith and to the many more out there who lived and fought a greater purpose. Bless their souls.
"Superman" by Five for Fighting
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find, the better part of me
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
I wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie, 'bout a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Up, up and away, away from me, well it's alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride, with clouds between their knees
I'm only a man, in a silly red sheet, digging for kryptonite on this one way street
I'm only a man, in a phoney red sheet, looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me, inside of me, yeah inside of me, inside of me
I'm only a man, in a phoney red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man, in a phoney red sheet
And it's not easy…It's not easy to be me
posted by Cin at 2/19/2005 01:52:00 am
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