SGT ‘Doc’ Rob Barrett, medic with the US Army, KIA 4/19/2010 in Kabul Afghanistan. Attached to my unit and living on the same FOB. Early morning before sunrise, 8 years ago today Rob and I were talking about Pizza! Good pizza from ‘back home’. How we missed it and couldn’t wait ot get back to the world in order to eat as much as possible!!
We both had a hot tiring day ahead of us, he was training some Afghan soldiers at the nearby airport in Kabul. My team were heading to the mountains of Shakar Dara to conduct operations. I told Doc I would swing by and check in on him and his guys later that afternoon.
The suicide bomber had gained access to the US held part of the airport with fake ID and an accurate Afghan Army uniform. My guess is, someone simply let him on base to attack us. Either way he made his way to our trucks and detonated himself. Doc was the closest and took most of the blast. The terrorist lay close, blown in half; his legs mangled and several feet away from the rest of his body. Barrett lay motionless, scorched, smoking and in pieces. Most of his throat and upper chest missing or exposed. We tried in vain to put things back together and keep him with us. I screamed in anger, crying out to God after we got him in the bird and on his way. God must have needed a first class medic up there, and he must have needed one badly.
Before he left Rob wrote a poem, below is an excerpt from that writing to his parent”
“I volunteered to put my life on the line for freedom and country. For my fellow soldiers, for my little girl, for my weeping mother and father, I am going to a land where American freedom is just a dream, a hope, a slow reality. I am an American soldier.”
Today is going to be a little unpleasant. I am going to finish this and try to stay busy at work and keep my mind from wondering back to war. I’m not very confident on this one though. I can smell that day, I can hear the screaming, the shouting, the gun fire and the confusion.
The guilt on my shoulders remains heavy, there have been some dark dark days when carrying it nearly buried me. Footprints in the sand always comes to mind during dark times and I can only pray that when I was unable to keep moving forward, God was carrying me.
“Dear Lord. I know we can not understand all of your actions and why you sometimes do the things you do, or let happen the things that happen. Lord, please hear me that I do trust you and I do trust your plan. I ask that you pay special attention today to Rob’s family and friends and especially his little girl Sophie. Now, a 10 year old girl Lord who has only known her father through medals, pictures, memories and memorials. May you bless her Lord and keep the memories of her brave father alive and vivid in her growing mind. Dear Father, on this day I ask you to send the holy spirit and cover me with grace and love and forgiveness. And Lord, tell Doc that I am sorry I let him down that day. On this day Holy Father I do thank you for sending me one of your most precious daughters; my wonderful wife Kaytee. She supported me on a long and often dark, hellish journey. I was still over there when I was physically here and she never gave up helping to guide me home. Forgive me Lord, my life is yours Lord and I give it all to you.”
John 15:13 – Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.