The few, and oh so very few left......

"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother......"

To some people, those are just words, to some people they see the play that it came out of. It is a portion of an excerpt from the Shakespeare play Henry V originating around the early fifteenth century, circa 14 October, 1415.
Tonight as I ate dinner chow, I saw several old gentlemen eating chow and telling stories. They ranged from about 82 years old to about 90. Some were crippled, and some were in the best of health and spirit. Some could barely walk, some needed assistance, and some could walk and needed no assistance. Overall, there was about 8 gentlemen in total, and for each of them they had one thing in common. That one thing was during 1944, those men then aging from 18 years old to about 26 years old, stormed the beaches of Normandy, during World War II in Germany, and later on, overtook Hitlers' Eagles nest. The one thing that they held in common, still gave them a glisten in thier eyes after so many years of memories, when they told thier stories. And this, the Band of Brothers, is why I am writing this post.
They were the men of Easy Company, 101st Airborne Division, and to which the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers was written about. They called themselves the Band of Brothers, because of that quote from Shakespeare. Out of the 79 Men that were in Easy Company, only 8 remained. And next thing I knew, I was eating my chow with such a relevant piece of historical events to american history. They didn't complain about not recieving an Email, or not wanting to fight because they had been stop lossed, or missing thier wife, girlfriend, mother, or sister on the phone. They didn't complain about a mail system because frankly, there hardly was one. They lived up to thier Army values, and fulfilled thier obligations in spite of what others thought of them.
It made stop, think, and take a look back at myself. I know I have may recieved the short end of the stick as they call it, even though, I have done this repeatedly, it is still my responsibility to fulfill my obligation and live up to the Army values as I know them.
I wish I had a camera to capture a piece of history, but, as it turns out, apparently someone needed the charging dock and printer for my camera more than me, so I cannot use my camera. So without thinking about why I couldn't relive it over and over through a picture, I thought I would share it with people through the good old blog. Another thing to share is my new temporary address.

Chad Steele
Crazy Troop 1/10 CAV
2nd HBCT 4ID
FOB Summers
APO AE 09312

The thing to remember when sending anything, is when addressing it, do not include any rank what so ever. Which I don't know why they say that, because it has the unit and FOB all over it? Like I said, when sending anything..... anything that you please. Where I am going to be at, the amenities are few and far between, so any little hello from home, would be worth more than words could possibly ever describe. It wouldn't matter if it was maybe a newspaper clipping of a play that went well, or a little note to say "hey". I already miss the states more than ever, but just remembering that there is only 350 more days left till I return.