RiderCoach Lar
FJRm'd and dangerous
Great video tribute.....and an awesome poem!
Too stunned for words.Thank You for all the comments. Trying to cope with his loss has led me down many unusual roads and this is just one of them. A video is something I normally wouldn't do. About a month after he was killed I was sitting at my desk at work and started doodling on some paper. The following poem was the result of the doodling. (disclaimer) I am not a poet, I work in the trades. It just felt like something I needed to do at the time.
COMMON MAN
The sun has set on a dazzling life, a child no longer held.
A world grown cold, a lifeless form, a devil straight from hell.
The sun, the heat, the devil dog stare, conspire to defend.
No Evil passes, no honor spared, for many helpless men.
A steel eye look, a rifle raised, a warriors granite stance.
A trigger pull, a muzzle flash, an unseen smile advanced.
Destiny keeps on rolling, as hearts begin to pound.
Thunder peels and lightning strikes as two bodies hit the ground.
There is a place between heaven and hell where all true spirit lies.
Where souls exist in blissful rest, where sky's no longer cry.....
The child dies, a hero born, in blood soaked foreign lands.
Freedom forever given by the heart of a common man.
Christian Haerter
Thank You for all the comments. Trying to cope with his loss has led me down many unusual roads and this is just one of them. A video is something I normally wouldn't do. About a month after he was killed I was sitting at my desk at work and started doodling on some paper. The following poem was the result of the doodling. (disclaimer) I am not a poet, I work in the trades. It just felt like something I needed to do at the time.
COMMON MAN
The sun has set on a dazzling life, a child no longer held.
A world grown cold, a lifeless form, a devil straight from hell.
The sun, the heat, the devil dog stare, conspire to defend.
No Evil passes, no honor spared, for many helpless men.
A steel eye look, a rifle raised, a warriors granite stance.
A trigger pull, a muzzle flash, an unseen smile advanced.
Destiny keeps on rolling, as hearts begin to pound.
Thunder peels and lightning strikes as two bodies hit the ground.
There is a place between heaven and hell where all true spirit lies.
Where souls exist in blissful rest, where sky's no longer cry.....
The child dies, a hero born, in blood soaked foreign lands.
Freedom forever given by the heart of a common man.
Christian Haerter
Christian, I am so sorry for your loss. I can not imagine your pain. Your wonderful poem is obvously from the heart - you had "help" in writing it. Your great vidio was a sterling tribute to him. War is terrible and this reminds us that "Freedom is not Free". You hang in there. The Navy Cross and the appreciation of America is very appropriate and you both have my upmost admiration. I only wish I could do something more----
Chris,This is a memorial video that I did for my son Jordan. It was my first try at it. Its a good song so make sure you turn up the volume a little bit. A majority of the pictures I was able to recover off of his own camera, even the self portraits while he was driving through Ramadi. The last picture of him driving his Humvee into the Iraqi Police compound was taken 3 days prior to his death. His vehicle is facing the gate and the command post where the suicide bombers truck exploded and where he was ultimately killed.......................
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