Our American Hero – Buddy

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Killed in Action – Our American Hero

September 5, 2008

I’ve been trying to figure how to post the photo of our entire family taken three months before Buddy (on left holding baby Cooper) was killed in Afghanistan.

If you don’t know his story you can look at my previous posts on “Death at the front door” (Parts 1 thru 3)

Our Family Photo

Have you ever wondered why it is when anyone dies it is always said of them “They were a good person”.  Well if you Google “Sgt Buddy James Hughie” you will see  his official story and know that he really was more than a “good person”.

What you will see in the official accounts of our American Hero’s death is that he “left his position of cover” to render aid to wounded soldiers.

What you won’t see in the official accounts is the reason Buddy left his position of safety.  I personally spoke with two different army officers under two separate commands who were there that day.  In fact one of the officers was in the other up-armored Humvee that recovered Buddy’s body after he was killed by a Taliban sniper.

Buddy and two other soldiers, while traveling in an up-armored Humvee,  were embedded with the Afghan Army Nationals on a patrol one morning.  There were two Humvees on that patrol.  The one Buddy and the others were in was at the head of the column with the ANAs.   The other Humvee was that of the 10th Mountain Division in the middle of the column.  That Humveewas the one with all of the communication antennas on it.  Which in military terms means “Hey, we are the target.  If you knock us out nobody will be able to communicate.”  The ambush began by a rocket propelled grenade being fired at the “communication platform”.  At that point all hell broke loose.  The ANAs dismounted their vehicles (they travle around in Ford Rangers) and went up the mountain after the Taliban insurgents.  Upon seeing wounded ANAs Buddy (being the medic) left the safety of the Humvee and covered 300 meters of open ground to get to the wounded soldiers.  He was killed by a single shot just above the flack jacket in the arm pit.  The trajectory of the projectile was from up high to down low.  The bullet pierced Buddy’s heart killing him instantly.  Buddy was credited with saving two ANAs before making the ultimate sacrifice.

According to my “off the record” sources… remember from two different army officers, in two different units, at two separate times… the reason Buddy got out of the Humvee and decided he had to cover those 300 meters, under constant fire, to get to those wounded ANA soldiers is that the other two American soldiers that were in the Humveewith Buddy REFUSED TO ENGAGE THE ENEMY!  That’s right they “chickened out” to put it nicely.

I asked the officer in Buddy’s command what happened to the Sgt in charge of the Humvee that refused to enguage the enemy.  He told me that he was sent back to his unit.  I asked if there had been any disciplinary action and he had the nerve to say to me “Well Mr. X, you know… he has to live with that for the rest of his life”.  Wow, no kidding.   He has to live with the fact that he is home every day snuggling up with his wife, playing with his children and living his life.  You know what Lt. WE HAVE TO LIVE WITH EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES TOO!!!

So what is going to happen the next time these guys come under fire and freeze up?  What happens to the next husband and father?  How many more widows will it take before this guy is held accountable?

Of course I haven’t told my daughter about this… she thinks they are all her friend.  And since I am not Buddy’s “next of kin” I can not be granted access to any official reports.

It seems to me that what Buddy did in the face of death deserves more than two Bronze Star with Valor medals and a Purple Heart medal.  Buddy could have turned back.  He could have crawled back into that up-armored Humvee… to safety.  After all he only had three months until he would rotate home to his wife and new baby.  Seems to me he earned more than that.  But that’s just me not understanding how the army does things.

It’s been nearly nineteen months since my 23 year old daughter was widowed and little Cooper’s daddy was killed.  On one level it seems like just last night.  On another, it seems so, so long ago.  We miss Buddy terribly.

Death at the front door: Part I

August 20, 2008Edit

It had been one of those Mondays so my wife and I went up to bed around nine that night. 

Our daughter and son-in-law had moved back in with us the previous May when his National Guard unit was activated to deploy to Afghanistan.  They had married a little over a year before and moved to Buddy’s small home town of Poteau, Oklahoma so Alexis could get to know his family before he deployed.  It was always in the plans for her to stay with us while he was gone.

Our evening had been pretty uneventful.  Except that Lex mentioned around six that she hadn’t heard from Buddy yet and was wondering what was going on.  He would call her ever day.   On this particular day he was supposed to call her to let her know which of the pictures he liked best. 

You see Buddy had come home for two weeks leave in November for the birth of their son Cooper.  He was home a mere two days before the birth.  You see, Buddy had never met his father and was determined to be the daddy to his boy that he never had.  He did everything with baby Cooper while he was home.  The two of them were literally inseperable.  One of my favorite memories of him and infant Cooper is while holding his son, looking into his pretty new born pink skinned face and saying “you are the most beautiful thing in the whole world” then  ever so gently kissing him on his little cheek. 

Back to the pictures… Lex had taken little Cooper down to have his three month old protraits taken (on Saturday) and had emailed them to Buddy and when he called her on Sunday he told her how much Cooper  had changed, how beautiful he was, how much he missed them and couldn’t wait to be home in three months.  He would let her know which ones he liked best the next day (Monday) when he called.

So, any way, we said good night to Lex and her friend Lee as we went off to bed.

It was Monday, February 19th, 2007 at 9:40pm when Lee screemed up the stairs, “Mrs. C, there’s a couple of guys at the front door in green uniforms!!

My wife and I instantly looked at each other and knew this was bad.  Very bad.   We ran down the stairs and there, standing outside of our (all glass) front door were two men in Army dress green uniforms holding a folder in their hands.

Alexis was just frozen about eight feet from the door in the hallway, slightly bent at the waist, clutching her hands to her chest and already saying, no no no no no.  My wife let them in the door and they asked, Mrs.  Alexis Hughie?  Yes, my wife responded for her.  Then it came…”On behalf of the United States Army we regret to inform you that your husband, Sergant Buddy James Hughie, has been killed in action.”  NO, NO, NO, NO IT CAN’T BE TRUE.  IT’S GOT TO BE A MISTAKE.  I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.  WHAT IS COOPER GOING TO DO?  HE DOESN’T HAVE A DADDY ANY MORE!!  She was just sobbing so hard as she crumpled to a pile of human flesh right there.   For the first time in my life I was powerless to protect her from unbearable heartache.   Her daddy just had to stand there and let it all unfold.  Her gut wrenching screams and moans haunt me to this day.  My wife immediately called our older daughter who literally lives just around the corner.  In less than two minutes she swooped in the front door and they both wrapped their arms around each other and sobbing on the floor.

I called my pastor and said “Two army guys are here and just told us that Buddy has been killed in action.”  He was at our front door in less than ten minutes.  I was just numb.   It wasn’t long before ou home was full of people.  Alexis’ two best friends now there with her taking turns holding her, rocking her in their arms.

I was out on the front porch now speaking with my pastor and one of the elders of our church… telling them that I should have prayed for him more.  Pastor assurred me that although things seem dark now that God was not surprised by these events, for me not to beat myself up, that Alexis needs me now.

I just can’t write any more now….

Death at the front door: Part II

August 21, 2008Edit

CONTINUED FROM “Death at the front door: Part I

Fortunately Lex is the senior Pharmacy Technician for a major drug store and I also have our doctor’s cell phone number.  I called him and explained what had happened and he called in an Rx for Lex to help her sleep. 

Her older sister finally went home to her husband.  Poor Stephen.  My daughter just dropped the phone and said “Buddy got killed.  I’m going to mom’s!” and left the poor guy there with their two year old son sleeping.  My daughter told me they stayed up most of the night just talking about how unbelieveable it was.  The four of them had already bought their tickets and were planning on going for a two week cruise after Buddy got back home.  Stephen said to my daughter, “Here we’ve been waiting for Buddy to get home and now he’s waiting for us to get home.”  I thought that was pretty prfound.

Lex’s best friends both stayed with her that night, one on each side of her in that queen bed. 

I went to bed but didn’t sleep a wink at all.  I just layed there… so much racing through my mind.  How could it have happened… him being the only one killed.  He was the friggn medic!  How in the hell do you let your medic get killed?!  Those damn Muslims! No sir, no sleep for me that night.

Around two a.m. Lex’s phone rings… It was Cody one of Buddy’s close friends.  Buddy and Cody had known each other since child hood and were in the same Guard unit.  Cody said that Buddy was killed while rendering aid to three wounded Afghani Army National soldiers… that he had saved two lives before a sniper killed him with a single shot. They cried and talked for a while.  Lex found out that Buddy had never been left alone, there had always been someone with him he told her.  He said he had never seen so many grown men cry so much for so long.  Buddy was the first casualty in that unit in over fifty years.  So they end the call and Lex said that even though Cooper’s daddy had been killed at least maybe Buddy had saved some other little boys daddy.

Seems like it took forever for the next morning to get here.  But it’s Tuesday morning and for several years now I have been attending a Christian business owners Bible study.  I was there at 6:30.  There are only about eight to ten of us and most of them had met Buddy and we had from time to time prayed for him as we pray at the close of each meeting.  Of course that hour and a half meeting that morning was all about our family.  One of the things that the death notification guys told us the night before is that it could take up to ten days to two weeks for Buddy’s remains to get back to the states.  So all this time Lex is wondering… how messed up is Buddy?  Will she be able to see him again… as she knew him or will it have to be a closed casket.  So we prayed specifically for that that morning.  I remember word for word that prayer.  “Lord we ask that you somehow allow the army to get Buddy home so fast that they will be scratching their heads wondering how that happened.”  That was around eight a.m. that Tuesday the 2oth.  I don’t know what I would have done with out those guys that morning.  I got so much strength from them. 

I think I was home around eight-thirty that morning.  One of the first one’s over was Will, a good friend we go to church with.  He came over with a huge cooler with various drinks iced down in it.   I could tell he was very uncomfortable… not knowing what to say but needing to do something to try to help.  What a friend.  I joke with him to this day that he has an awesome “Cooler Ministry”.  Honestly that truly was a tremendous help.

Early that morning I called a very good friend of mine who lives in Myrtle Beach (about an hour and a half away) and told him about Buddy.  He took the day off from work and was in our house in less than two hours.  We spent the day together.  It’s all kind of a blur but emotionally so vivid.  Scott had moved away a few years earlier but we remain close to this day.  We have counted on each other during some very difficult seasons.  I love that man. 

Mid morning this army Sergant comes over.  He is Alexis’ Casualty Assistance Officer.  He explains to her that he is her contact and that he is here for her for what ever she needs for as long as she needs.    Lex is still wondering if there wil be an open casket.  He gives her the same answer, could be ten days to two weeks for his remains to get back state side.  He was a nice guy and was a big help.  One big question Lex had was, could they fly Buddy to Oklahoma for a memorial ceremony out there so his friends and family could say good  by?  The Sergant explains the it is likely that the army would approve two services.  Usually they only pay for one but he would make the request.  After he left Lex determined that even if she had to pay for it with the life insurance money she was going to honor Buddy by letting him say goodby to his friends that he had grown up with all of his life.  She wanted him burried here where she and little Cooper could visit him.

Later that morning another army guy comes by.  Buddy and Alexis had taken out some kind of extra policy and he was there to give her a big check for incidental expenses. It was a big check… more than enough to fly Buddy to Oklahoma and back plus too fly our family out there and back too.

By lunch time our church family began swooping in and taking care of various things.  Man talk about food.  It wasn’t long before our refrigerator was full so we began filling the freezer too.  I don’t know what people do at times like this when they don’t have a close church family.  All I know is things would have a great deal harder if we had to take care of a lot of the things our church family did.

By afternoon the flowers and plants started arriving.  I’m glad there were people here to handle everything so we just didn’t have to bother with a thing.  We were just being nurtured and loved.

I got a call about mid-afternoon from another good friend (Tom) I used to go to church with.  He only lives out in the sticks not that far out.  He said he was going to take the next day off and spend it with me… was that okay?  What a great guy.  He is a general contractor who builds multi million dollar homes exclusively on “The Islands” and he never takes a week day off.  What a  blessing it will be to have Tom with me on Wednesday after having Scott with me on Tuesday.

It isn’t until now as I sit writing at this key board that I see how God was weaving that tapistry of protection around my aching heart.

Alexis’ phone rang around six-ish that Tuesday night.  It was her Casualty Assistance Officer notifying her that Buddy’s remains had just landed in Deleware!  Remember our prayer from this morning? 

So at least Buddy was back in the states and he is still excorted by one of his good friends whom Alexis also knows from her year out there.  But will the army fly him out to Oklahoma for a memorial service?


Death at the front door: Part III

August 22, 2008Edit

Continued from, “Death at the front door:  Part II”

It’s Wednesday morning now.  I haven’t slept much at all for the last two nights.  Still with those thoughts of how, why, unbelieveable and I am still powerless to do anything for my little girl of twenty-three years.

My good friend Tom comes over this morning.  At this point I am beginning to understand that everyone needs to do something for us… even if nothing can be done.  Tom has such a pure heart and for him to take an entire day off to just hang out with me speaks volumes to me about his priorities and the love he has for me and my family.  He says, let’s go get a spiral ham with all the fixins.  I tell him that we don’t need any more food.  He keeps insisting that we go and  get a spiral ham.  Finally I just tell him that the refrigerator is stuffed and there is no room.  He says, “You need another refrigerator?”  His company was doing a big remodeling job and the owners were upgrading all of their appliances and noboddy claimed the refrigerator.  It’s less than two years old.  So we go get the fridge and the ham with all the fixns.   Tom was good to have that day.  He just kept loving me through the entire day.

While Tom and I were gone a good friend of the family called from the up-state area.  She asked where Buddy was going to be burried.  My wife told her that we were still trying to figure that out.  Of course there no burial plots purchased.  They checked at the place Lex wanted Buddy burried and the plots were quite expensive.  The lady tells my wife that her when her mom died a few years earlier that she had willed her two plots in that verry same cemetary.  She said there wasn’t much she could do at a time like this but she would never use those two plots.  Would Alexis like to have them?  Unbelieveable.  Another thing taken care of.

The Casualty Assistance Officer called today and said he was surprised but the army had agreed to fly Buddy’s remains to Poteau, Oklahoma for the memorial ceremony.  So Lex bought last minute plane tickets for herself, my wife, and my two other daughters.  I stayed home with our two and four year old “new kids”.

The ceremony was in the Poteau High School gymnasium.  There were hundreds and hundreds of people there.  The Patriot Guard Riders turned out in force.  One of Buddy’s good friends made a MySpace video of Buddy’s life (watch it hereMySpaceTV Videos: Sgt. Buddy Hughie by frame:45).  When they began playing it Alexis and her older sister went down onto the gymnasium floor and cuddled each other.  They watched and cried together… as did many of those attending.

They had a long procession to the grave yard where they going to put a marker for “Sgt. Buddy “Doc” Hughie”.  Along the route there were people standing holding American flags and saluting.  There was the traditional military honors “funeral”.  This is where the OK Guard screwed up (the first time).  Instead of presenting the flag to Alexis (the widow) they presented it to Buddys mom.   That really hurt Alexis and if you could see the picture on the front page of the Poteau Daily News you can see it in her face as she watches the army give her flag to her mother in law.  Sure Lex would end up with multiple flags and this wasn’t the “real funeral” but….  Lex would have made sure the family got a flag.

Our “new” little girl, Lindsay, and Buddy were pretty close.  Sitting her down on that Tuesday after getting home from day care and telling her about Buddy was pretty difficult… for us.  We told her that Buddy wouldn’t be coming home from the war.  That some bad man had killed him and now Buddy was an angel in heaven with God.  “So we won’t see him any more?” (with tears in her little eyes)  No, honey, not until we go to live in heaven with God too.  “Can we go now?” (tears rolling down her little face)  No honey, only God can decide when we go to live with Him.  She burried her head in my wifes chest and just boo-hooed.

Being home with our “new kids” all by myself was much more difficult that I had imagined.  Of  course I couldn’t work nor did I even want to.  But I had to be strong…. right.

Lex and the other girls came  home Sunday and filled me in on most everything that happened out in OK. They also informed me that Buddy wold be coming in on a flight later that evening.

We chose to use a funeral home near by where I knew the director personally.  He and I had gone to church together at the same church my good friend Scott was at.  His name is mike and he couldn’t have been more helpful.

So Mike called and said that the flight would be in at six p.m. if we wanted to meet the plane.  They sent a limo over to pick us all up.  When we got there there were several Patriot Guard Riders with the big American flags on their motorcycles.  We could see the plane on the tarmak as they were loading Buddy’s coffin into the hearse.  It was quite a somber occassion… riding back to the funeral home behind the hearse that containd the body of a young man who had such a radiant smile, a sweet spirit and the heart of a person willing to give his all for another person.

When we got to the funeral home Mike said it would be best if we just went on home and let them take care of Buddy that night.  His army friend was still there “guarding” him over night.

Mike called the next morning to let us know that it would be okay to come on over to the funeral home.  We also had some official stuff that needed to be taken care of.  I’ve never written an obituary but I asked Mike if I could have input in the obit becasue I didn’t want little Cooper to have to one day read this sanitary obituary about his daddy.  I wanted the obit to try to capture at least part of the essence of the man.  Sure he said (you can see it here buddy-obit).  I think with our joint effort we were successful.

When we got to the funeral home the casket was open.  Lex stood across the room… again with her hands clutched to her chest… not crying just wanting to but not wanting to go see her love as he lay in that casket with that mortician make up on.  I had my arm frimly wrapped around her, telling her it was okay.  Just take your time honey.  She just shuffled her feet, hald a foot at a time.  She began to tremble as we got closer and grabbed my hand around her shoulder.  Eventually we made it.  She stood there silent for the longest time.  Then she reached down and put her hand on top of his white gloved hands folded across his lower chest.  Not saying anything but speaking volumes.  After a long time standing there she says, “He looks so peaceful.”  Now I’m crying as I replied, “He is honey, he’s at peace now.”  Everyone else was around us by now, hugging crying remarking at how “good he looks”. 

I learned later that day that Buddy’s family from OK would be coming in that evening for the funeral on Wednesday.  Buddy’s mom, grandmother, grandfather and sister came.  As I look back I imagine that Lex paid for that too.  They did not have much and to deprive them of seeing their son/grandson/brother burried would be too harsh a thing to over come.  Lex loves them too so it would only be a natural thing for her to do.

They all came over to the house that night after they got in.  We visited a while and made arrangements for them to come back over the next morning (Tuesday) and we would all go the the funeral home together.

The visit to the funeral home Tuesday morning was pretty difficult.  Buddy’s grandmother just kept screaming and crying.  Buddy’s grandmother and grandfather adopted Buddy when he was around four years old because his mother had problems.  Fortunately Buddy’s mom was able to eventually overcome her issues and they rekindled their relationship a few years before his death.

The visitation was that night.  It was really a beautiful occassion as far as those things go I suppose.  Once again the Patriot Guard Riders showed up in force.  Their motorcycles all lined up in the back and they lined up like an honor guard at the entry to the funeral home.  I can’t honestly say how many people were there but it was packed all night.  I don’t think I have ever been hugged so much in my entire life.

Alexis was pretty much cried out by now and just sat in a chair as people walked by to offer their heartfelt condolances.  She just sat there about fifteen feet from her love and little Cooper’s daddy.  My friend Mike the funeral director arranged for a large television and a DVD player and they looped that MySpace video to play the entire night.  People who had never met Buddy were crying as they watched that thing.

At some point that evening Mike (the funeral director) asked me how many limos we needed to pick us up on Wednesday morning.  I told them I didn’t really know but there were twenty-three of us total family members but the army was only going to pay for so much money.  He said, “Don’t you worry at all about that.  We’ll take care of it.”  I later found out that what he really meant was that they weren’t going to scrimp to cut costs.  They were going to accept what ever the army paid and they would pay for the rest themselves!

Wednesday morning comes around and it’s time to leave for the funeral and three stretch black limos pull up in front of the house.  We have to say our public goodby to a man who has meant so much to our family.  We get to the funeral home and there are some big army brass there.  I went right up to the two star General and introduced myself.  He offered his condolances and told me what a remarkable soldier Buddy was (Buddy was awarded two Bronze Stars with Valor and a Purple Heart)  The General asks if there is anything he can ever do to just let him know.  As a matter of fact I said through tears… if it is at all possible I really would like an American flag that had been flown over the base where Buddy was killed.  He said he could make that happen.

Everyone was seated and the opened the doors at the back to let the family in.  My pastor was officiating the funeral.  He did such an awesome job.  He introduced the two star General who said all the things you would expect someone in his position to say.  It was nice.  Then my pastor introduced me by name and as Buddy’s father-in-law.  Lex said I could speak but she wasn’t sure at all I would be able to.  So I go up and begin to pull out the paper I’de written my notes on but at the last second decided to speak extemporaneously.  Honestly, I don’t recall exactly all I said that day but it was something like this. “You have heard a good bit this morning about Sergant Buddy Hughie.  Now I want to tell you about the Buddy I knew and came to love.  I knew right away when Buddy first started coming around that there was something different about him… I didn’t dislike him when we first met.  Buddy and I worked together side by side for nearly a year.  I was fortunate enough to watch Buddy closely.  Not many father-in-laws know their son-in-laws like I knew Buddy.  The way he treated people, his respectful attitude toward everyone he met.  He would do anything for anyone.  I was able to watch how he treated Alexis and could clearly see the love they had for each other.  When Buddy came home a few months ago for the birth of little Cooper you should have seen the gleen of pride he had in his eyes for that boy.  He fed him, changed his diapers, cuddled him in the bed while they napped together  He would have been quite a wonderful daddy for little Cooper. Not only is Buddy a bonafied American Hero but he was a remarkable human being.  The world will be a little darker without him.  We will miss him terribly.” 

Watching them load Buddy’s coffin with the Stars and Stripes over it was difficult too.  We were on our way to the cemetary.  I had made arrangements with this friend of ours who is a videographer to video the entire grave side ceremony.  He said it would be his honor and he would not consider accepting any money for it either.

Everyone gathered around the grave site.  I think about ninety percent of the people who were at the funeral ceremony came to the grave site.  We watched as they unloaded the casket, marching in step, setting it down on those nylon straps then stepping back and all saluteing at once.  My pastor read some Scripture and made a few comments.  The twenty-one gun salute.  Lex kinda jumping at each shot.  Then the other soldiers slowly and deliberately removing  the flag from the coffin, stretching it tight, ever so slow and too fold it deliberately precisely the way they were supposed to.  They present the flag to the two star General, he marches over to Alexis, having one hand on top of the flag the other on the bottom.  He bends on one knee and gives her the flag and says “On behalf of a greatful nation…..

The official good by was over.  We all retruned to our home for the traditional food binge.  The church ladies had set up a pretty good spread (new food).  After a couple of hours it was mostly family left.  We talked about all kinds of things.  The house was completely packed with flowers and plants.  The fragrance of them all was beautiful.

Although it was “over” I had no clue about grieving and how each person handles grief and the grieving process in their own way.

It really wasn’t over.  It had really just begun….

38 Responses to Our American Hero – Buddy

  1. ichabod says:

    I did not mean to upset you by my writings. They are not directed towards the men and women who serve as my son in law and your son.

    By all accounts your son was a fine human being, loving and much loved.

    I am sincere when I offer my heartfelt condolences.

    I am against war and realize there are times that people are called to defend those who cannot defend themselves.

  2. ichabod says:

    Hi mssc54;

    I posted a link to this site from mine. You and I may not always agree, but I respect you and your opinion.

    I do this in honor of you and your son.

    If you have any objections let me know, I will abide by your wishes.


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  4. Deb says:

    What a remarkable man, I am very sorry for your loss. I hope there comes a day that the joy of having him in your life for the short time he was, will dull the sadness of his passing.

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  7. kweenmama says:

    I’ve seen your comments on other blogs. I never realized you were dealing with this. I wish the best for your family, and especially for peace and strength for your daughter.

  8. sugali says:

    The depth of what you all went through is heartwrenching. I cannot begin to understand. As you said “It really wasn’t over. It had really just begun….” My prayers to you and your family and for “Buddy”. People like him comes once in a lifetime and he has touched so many lives. Thank you for this sad but honorable story of bravery and what Buddy has done for his country.
    A salute to Buddy and all Vets…. May God Bless all of you.

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  11. ichabod says:

    Hi mssc54;

    I appreciate and thank you for your kind words on my blog.

    We have not always see eye to eye, you and I 🙂

    Yet I feel that I have a friend in you, for we are not that far apart in many things I perceive.

    May you and your family be blessed.

    Kindest regards


  12. Tessa says:

    Wow, thank you for the link to this page. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family! What a wonderful family and brave son in law you had. I’m sure like every reader, your words had tears streaming down my face as I sit here.
    Being 25 years old, a Navy wife, and having a 3 month old- I can only imagine what your daughter went through…
    Your story makes me realize even more how important family and a church community is! I need to be more involved with the church here. I remember going through my aunt’s passing and funeral and how my family was like you described. Many people at the house, all supporting each other and helping anyway they can. My husband had a head injury this past summer while on deployment in Germany, and it was amazing, inspiring, and touching how the military family and our families helped out so I was able to be with him.
    Thank you! You could write a book. You are a very good writer. Tessa

    mssc54 replied:

    Tessa: Thank you for your kind words. These writings had more than one purpose. I want everyone to know what an absolutely wonderful human being Buddy was.

    Additionally, as I read back over what I have written, I could more clearly see how faithful God is… inspite of the darkness that surrounded us.

    Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

  13. I am so sorry for your loss, and this heartbreaking ordeal your family has endured–especially your daughter and grandson. My heart just goes out to you. What a beautiful dedication to Buddy you have here. I am riveted by his honor and bravery and goodness. It comes through clear across the page. Thank you for sharing this – his legacy – with us. Through these words he truly does live on forever. You should all be very proud, as I know you are. Thank you for leaving me such a thoughtful, kind comment, and directing me here. I will keep reading.

    mssc54 replied:

    Marissa: Thank you for the thank you. If you notice the date of February 19th is quickly comming upon us. This will be the second anniversary and if I let myself I can be right back in that foyer watching that entire episode unfold again.

    Although I am no wordsmith, I wanted to get down on “paper” what I could.


  14. What a rude awakening experienced combat experience.My cousin was killed in Nam,my older brother died while serving his duty in the US Marines.

    Thanks for posting on my site.I’ll add your site to mine.actually most of the subject i post is regarding the problem in our country Philippines.You know what I mean if you’ve been to Clark and Subic bay.

    nice meeting you Buddy…I’m looking forward !!!!!!!!

    mssc54 replied:

    Cocoy’s Delight: Thanks for stopping by.

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  17. dodie says:

    Ouch. I’m so sorry for your loss.

    mssc54 replied:

    Dodie: Thank you. Good to hear from you.

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  19. […] There are small things that happen in our lives. Broken necklaces, women popping their boobs out in public (when did this become a bad thing?), my college son’s car being flooded and me having to deal with the insurance and buy him another used car. And they are things that annoy and that parents have to deal with when they would much rather spend that car money on a planned vacation for example. But in the big picture they mean nothing compared to the sacrifices of the parents and spouses and children of the men and women serving our country now. Many who have made the ultimate sacrifice. […]

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  21. His Commerade says:

    I have just stumbled on to your writings and I wanted to thank you for your dedication to the memory of your Son In Law. I served with him, I was there and I still feel the pain brought from this tragedy.
    I dont think you should be in the dark about what happened that horrible day, and so I cant help but be confused by the the events as told by your off the record officers on scene. There were three other soldiers from his unit in the Hummvee, buddy moved forward and another exited the vehicle and used a shoulder fired rocket to engage the enemy. The gunner and the driver remained in the vehicle, the gunner was double fisting a 240 bravo machine gun and a SAW machine gun directing fire toward the enemy position, the driver stayed to maintain radio communications, this is Army Protocol and Bravo Company’s Standard Operating Procedure. NEVER leave your vehicle completely unmanned. Buddy moved willingly and selflessly to aid others.

    What I think has been left unsaid mostly is how he actually saved way more lives than the ones he went to aid. Because he left his cover, he was able to notify an entire unit of ANA that the 10th Mountain had called in fire on the mountain side they were about to advance onto. If not for him haulting their movement they may have all been casualties to incoming artillery fire. NOW what was done wrong is that the senior ranking individual was the driver. This is arguable because even though Buddy was Junior to the driver he was a very well trained Medic and they may have wanted to not tie him up behind a steering wheel.

    As for the Oklahoma Guard, I am sure you canfind things wrong in such a situation, but I hope that you knowthat we loved, love, and will love Buddy untill we meet him again. His acts of bravery will never be forgotten. Thank you for the worded events none of us got to see. You are a good man and a great father. I am still serving in the unit and if there is anything left undone or short lived please let me know.

    Buddy’s Team Leader

  22. joz1234 says:

    To Buddy. An amazing man.

    This is a wonderful tribute to him and I hope that it has helped you in getting through this tough time. I send many prayers toward you and your family. Your daughter Alexis is a brave woman, and their son will always know what an amazing man his father was. This is such a nice way to convey it as he grows up.

    Thank you for participating in conversation on my blog. I’m off to read more of yours..right after I go wash the tears off my face.

  23. The Smis says:

    Wow, thank you for the link to this page. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family! What a wonderful family and brave son in law you had. I’m sure like every reader, your words had tears streaming down my face as I sit here.Being 25 years old, a Navy wife, and having a 3 month old- I can only imagine what your daughter went through…Your story makes me realize even more how important family and a church community is! I need to be more involved with the church here. I remember going through my aunt’s passing and funeral and how my family was like you described. Many people at the house, all supporting each other and helping anyway they can. My husband had a head injury this past summer while on deployment in Germany, and it was amazing, inspiring, and touching how the military family and our families helped out so I was able to be with him.Thank you! You could write a book. You are a very good writer. Tessa

  24. mommyoftwo says:

    I am a PROUD ARMY wife of an OKLAHOMA NATIONAL GUARD member. I am very proud of our boys for the job they do and continue to do. I understand the sadness and madness but to set and talk poorly of these soldiers is very hurtful to me and I’m sure to the soldiers that serve. Yes that soldier will live with his decsion of that day for the rest of his life, but that has nothing to do with the training these boys have. Buddy was a friend of mine and we miss him dearly, and are very proud of him for the sevice that he did that other men will not do. He is a true American Hero!
    I am not writing this to make people upset or angry but I wonder if you would talk so pourly of your states soldiers if he were with a unit from S.C. when this tragedy happened…????
    HOOAH to these OKLAHOMA Soldiers and their families.
    ~Much love and respect to the Hughie family.

    • mssc54 says:

      @mommyoftwo: I’ve been contemplating on how to respond to your …. comment for two days now.

      I’ll have to come back later. I don’t think I can honor Buddy’s memory by replying to your various ascertions.

      I will say that I just love your closing “dig” at me though. “Much love and respect to the Hughie family.”

      Just unbelieveable.

  25. amber says:

    Mommyoftwo – I agree with you on many counts. Buddy was indeed a hero who gave his life for his country and did a job that many people wouldn’t do. His memory should always be cherished.

    As for the criticim claim – it really doesn’t matter what unit Buddy was in. People make mistakes. Thats just a fact. You have to realize that.

    I applaud your loyalty to our boys out there who risk their lives each day for our homeland, our safety, and our way of life. But what you wrote is wrong on so many levels.

    Michael is entitled to his anger and frustraition made by a unit of individuals. I am sure that if your husband (GOD FORBID) was killed in action and the same things were done, you too would have a right to feel any way you choose.

    I have never seen Michael be anything but completely respectful and reverent in regards to our military or the job they do. He himself served.

    You need to really stop and think carefully before you tell someone else how to feel.. or get offended. Being critical of actions of a military isnt disgracing our soliders… its protecting other soldiers from the same mistakes and hopefully saving lives. Get it???

    I will pray for the safe return of your husband and his unit as I do for all of our boys and girls out there.

  26. Paige says:


    Wow, I’m not even sure where to start. I’ll with this, I am a wife of a Marine deployed to Afghanistan, and I myself was active duty in the Air Force for 3.5 years and now I serve not only by my husband’s side but as a USAFReservist. I was never granted the opportunity to meet Buddy, I wish that I had. But have known Mr Mike for over 20 years. I grew up with his daughters and he has always been like a father to me.
    I’m not sure if you read something wrong, or misinterpreted something but your post is not only out of line, inappropriate, and wrong, but also rude. Mike has always supported the military and all of its factions. If you look at the post it was written in 2008. There is a lot of anger in his words, “how do you let your medic get killed”. But it wasn’t at the men that survived, did you read the rest of it? He blames the people that killed him. This man grieves with his family over the loss of Buddy and you dare to write to him and criticize him about HOW he grieved and what went through his head as he lay awake at night worried about his daughter, his grandson?
    Your parting remark has definitely made an impact. I’m not sure if you did it to be respectful, or to have the last jabbing remark. But its very…uncouth.
    Despite your blag remark as a whole i would like to thank you and your husband for your service to this great nation. He is strong for serving, and you are strong by standing beside him as he does. God bless, God speed

  27. Joy says:

    Oh Mommyoftwo, I can’t even begin. You really missed the whole boat on this. How self centered can one person be???

  28. Carole says:

    I totally disagree with everything “mommyoftwo” said. All of our soldiers are from the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, not just Oklahoma. How dare she question someone that is mourning the death of a beloved, husband, son, father. She might understand the sadness and madness but until you have lived it, don’t tell ANYONE how they should feel. She sure has a different view of HERO than most of us.

  29. Servant says:

    Michael… (concerning mommyoftwo)

    My instincts tell me that the comment she made to you was birthed out of immaturity and a lack of knowledge & experience in these matters. My hope is that mommyoftwo never has to experience the pain your family has suffered and that she and her household can remain in blissful ignorance of the realities you all have faced.

    My counsel to you is…let her comment go. God forbid she would ever have to understand & experience what you and others now see so clearly. Know that there are untold numbers of people that respect your household and honor the selfless sacrifice of Buddy.

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  32. Chantelle says:

    I have just stumbled across your blog in a roundabout way, and read through Buddy’s story… This is absolutely gut and heart wrenching – I cannot imagine going through such an ordeal. I know this was a while ago, but my prayers and thoughts are with your family. There are just no words, but thank you so much for sharing. What a wonderful man Buddy is!!

  33. David Metta says:

    I have witnessed a great deal in my life, good and bad. I am not often or easily brought to tears. Your tribute to Buddy was clearly from the heart. I am moved beyond words.

    I’m glad that Buddy’s family had the comfort and solace of faith, friends and family. That is as it should be.

    To Buddy I extend my eternal gratitude and admiration for his selflessness, service and heroism. Heroism isn’t a standard the military trains to. Heroism is the highest level of giving and it necessarily must come from within. Clearly it did with Buddy.

    Part of the healing process is honoring the memory of Buddy. You have accomplished that here.

    I wish Buddy and his family the peace you all so richly deserve.

    “The ultimate sacrifice”, Mentioned by many but understood by only those still waiting, even without hope, to look up and see their loved one every time the front door opens.

    Buddy lives as long as he is in your heart.

  34. Cheryl Betsayad says:

    Michael….I will forever be blessed by having read your blog….I had read this, I believe a year or so ago when you had posted the link on facebook. It is such a powerful story that I was compelled to read it again. Thank you.

  35. Cheryl Betsayad says:

    So very powerful Michael….I have been forever blessed in reading this, again. Thank you.

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