October 29, 2006

  • So yesterday I went with Emil, Jason and Chris to see Lwin’s family.

    We talked to his mom, dad, and brother. Recounting the memories we had with him. One of the moments shared was a time when he and his brother was drinking when their parents knocked on the door in their room. Lwin immediately shoved the his bottle under his shirt. His brother looked over at him quizzically and asked, “What about the other 20 bottles on the floor in front of you?”. Lwin replied unfazed with “Let’s just tell them … that’s from last time.” We all cracked up since this was the part of Lwin that made us all love him for being him.

    They all were proud of what their son had done over in Iraq, but it was sad to note how in the end… everyone but a few forgot about the loss of Lwin and the others so quickly. I remember asking our unit many times for the places where our guys were buried so I can pay my respects. As of this moment, the places that I do know of have been gotten by asking my buddies and still no reply yet.

    It’s easy to see how some willingly lose themselves to the alcohol when we recounted those days and it hasn’t even been 2 yrs since we’ve gotten back. In a sense we all want to share these experiences yet self consciously burrow it all deep inside ourselves.

    Anyways, more about Lwin. He was Burmese, one of the most cheerful guys about no matter the situation. His sincerity gained the trust of everyone he met, his follow-up on promises and dedication to whatever the job only served to sear unwavering bonds of friendship with all those he met.

    I am glad to be his friend.