Monday, August 6, 2012

RIP Sgt. Eric Williams

This past Saturday I attended a funeral for a fallen soldier.  A real American hero.

I didn't know Eric personally.  My husband works with and trains his brother, Rob.  When Anthony received the phone call from Rob saying that his brother had been killed in Afghanistan we got that sick feeling in the pit of our stomach.  Another soldier has just left behind his wife and many people who loved him dearly.  This man put his life at risk for our freedom and he saved many lives as a medic.  While at the service we listened to many people speak about what a great guy Eric was.  He loved people and he loved helping others.  

One of the men that spoke at the service was saved by Eric a few years ago.  He had been shot in the lungs and was unable to take a breath in and as his mouth was filling with blood, he realized that this was it.  And then he heard Erics calm voice telling him to take a breath.  Eric attended his wounds and when this man looked up at Eric, hoping to see from his expression how bad his condition was, he saw a smile on Eric's face as he said, "You took the zig when you should have taken the zag."  He saved this mans life.

What these guys go through, I will never understand.  What their families go through, I will never understand.  These men and women who are fighting to protect our country are heros.  Honor them daily for the service they selflessly provide.

Eric kept a blog while he was overseas.  This was the final blog of Eric Williams titled "Coming Home": 

Tuesday July 17, 2012. 

This deployment is coming to an end, in a few days we will be on a plane back to the United States to rejoin our family and friends and to try to readjust to a certain semblance of what we think life should be. The truth is everything has changed, we collectively have changed. We have changed as people, as an army, as citizens of the United States. We face uncertainty in nearly every aspect of our lives. Our families have been without us for a year and we have only two weeks to try to enjoy the extremely limited time we have with them before its back to the daily grind. Two weeks to try to reconnect, although this process can take weeks, months or even years. There is no promise that any of us will return unchanged. But we collectively have been granted access to something few ever see, or choose to see for that matter. We have bared witness to the atrocities of war. We have thrust ourselves into the midst of chaos in order to do something so important, so visceral, that few will ever understand what it means. We collectively have risked it all and put everything on the line to save our fellow man, regardless of nationality, race, religion or sex. I for one will reflect on these experiences for decades to come. And I know my comrades will as well. I cannot begin to describe the things we’ve seen, felt, or heard. We have lost brothers and colleagues. We have felt the sting of losing someone we tried our hardest to save. We have cleaned up the blood and reset our equipment in order to go back out and do it again. These people I work with are some of the most dedicated men and women I have ever met. They come from all walks of life and although different in so many aspects, all come together collectively to accomplish this mission. I’m proud to say that I work with some of the most professional people there are. But now we are going home. Were out of this god forsaken country, but we take with us the weight of a thousand missions. To try to dissect them as best we know how.

Now I am preparing to jump on a plane and return to a world that I don’t really understand anymore. When I was younger I used to think I had it figured out. The older I get and the more aware I become the more lost I feel. There is a widening gap between service member and civilian, our economy is still struggling, jobs are scarce and I can only sit back and watch as our home slips into a more prevalent ideology of entitlement. Where we are inundated with political pressures, told how to think and feel, who to vote for because of a political party, and try to voice our intolerance by “liking” a status on Facebook. It’s sickening to me now. Our youth are hamstringed by a failing education system, the poor are being cast out and pushed aside. Veterans of these wars are living at an all-time high of homelessness and joblessness. You can’t throw a rock in this country without hitting dozens of heavily medicated veterans. But the general public cares less and less about them and us. For the general public, unless you have something personally invested in these wars they just want to get along with their day. Without having to be reminded of what these men and women endure on a daily basis. Its unfathomable to them. Thus the widening gap grows. In times of random occurrence we hear “thank you for your service” in an airport, a restaurant, in passing at the realization that you served, although I’m sure most appreciate it. I know when I hear it, it almost sounds forced. Like it’s some sort of requirement to say. It’s become trite and cliché and it just feels fake. I’m sorry if this just hit a little too close to home for some of you reading this but I’m just tired of trying to appease everyone I come across. The truth is that the general American public couldn’t give a shit about us. They want their Starbucks and celebrity gossip and their “16 and pregnant” We are breeding a generation of young people who have no idea what this country is founded on or what its citizens had to go through in order to make this country great and more about what time jersey shore is on. We are losing…we are struggling. Not in some great sense of the word as though every generation has its great struggle. We are just losing. Losing ground on what we thought was right, what we thought life was supposed to be, and we are becoming very pissed off. It seems that the more time passes by and the longer im away from the US the angrier I become. We cannot live in a world where we hold onto the ideals that bitching solves anything, where we believe that things will be taken care of for us. If you want something done, go out and get it done…period.

So in closing, while reading this you might think I’ve become some angry disillusioned man, someone who sees things so much different than the average citizen, well maybe your right. But I can only hope that things someday will change. As for our accomplishments here in Afghanistan, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I will forever hold these experiences close.

Posted by Eric Williams at 2:38 AM

You can read his original post on his blog at


  1. ugh that is awful news karen! definitely hits you right in the gut. there has been three soldiers who passed away and all from the area i live here in CA. it is heart-stopping, gut wrenching news. the kind you never want to receive or hear about

  2. This is so hard for me to read, but thank you, THANK YOU for taking the time to honor this fallen soldier. I come from a military family so every time I hear/read tragic news like this, it makes me think of my own family.

    What a powerful last post of his, too. He raises some incredibly thought-provoking and disconcerting points that we should all take the time to think about and question.

    I'll be praying for his family this week.

  3. Wow. I am so sorry for the loss of what seems like a great man. His words were very powerful.

  4. I cried. There is nothing else I can say about this...

  5. Heartbreaking, and all together too true. Thank you so much for sharing. I'm so sorry for his family's loss.

  6. Wow, my comment was turning into a blog post all of it's own. So much to process and so much I recognize as true. My brother just finished serving a tour in Afghanistan but because of his job we never know when he is sent in until he comes out. Thanks for sharing!

  7. :( so sad to hear this. Hits close to home my husband lost his best friend in Iraq about 2 years ago. Praying for you and his family!

  8. Wow, this was amazing to read and sad all at the same time. My heart breaks for him and his family...To read how he felt before he died is sad and to know how close to home he was too...such a tragic loss :(

  9. I am so sorry for the loss of a great and strong man. Thank you so much for sharing this, Karen. It broke my heart reading his words and knowing how close he was to coming home. His family will be in my prayers. *big hugs*

  10. Thank you for writing this post and also for posting his blog post. It's affected me deeply and I just said a prayer for him and his family.


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