“most people back home dont even know, no one gives a shit”

I have to say, when I read this at TAH, I was shocked to say the least.
I don't care if you think would should be in Afghanistan or not. This is still a tragic loss of life.
I don't even know if any of the scouts I served with are in 361 Cav. good possibility, but one never knows. All I can say is B troop lived up to the tradition of cavalrymen and stood by their buddies. donating blood in the midst of battle, wounded troopers refusing to be medevaced so they could stay and fight beside their fellow troopers. Brings a tear to my eye and makes me proud of them.

H/T to This Ain't Hell

More in fo at The Burnpit

Excerpt form the Burnpit:

In the battle for Combat Outpost Keating, the men of Bravo Troop 361 Cavalry lost every possession they had, save for the clothes on their backs. Following this blog posting is information on how to donate to the Combat Outpost Keating Relief Fund. These men have lost friends, their outpost, and all their belongings. One soldier who made it out wrote that “most people back home dont even know, no one gives a shit”. Well, many of us do. And you can prove it by giving whatever you can. These guys need things like running shoes, and other essentials, as well as some comfort items like iPods and DVD players. The American Legion has kicked in $1000 to start the fund, and your humble blogger will be the first to donate $100. I intend to get these items out by the end of next week. ANY amount you can give, no matter how small will help us prove that we care.

Well, I searched google for some relevant images for 361 cav and got nothing...sometimes I wonder about google...i got so much unrelated crap it made me ill.

For our brother Troopers who paid the ultimate price:

Halfway down the trail to hell

in a shady meadow green

Are the souls of all dead troopers

camp'd near a good ol' time canteen

And this eternal resting place

is known as Fiddler's Green

Marching past straight through to hell

the Infantry are seen

Accomp'nied by the Engineers, Artillery and Marine

For none but the shades of Cavalrymen

dismount at Fiddler's Green

Though some go curving down the trail to seek a warmer scene

No cavalryman ever gets to hell e'r he's eptied his canteen

And so rides back to drink again

with friends at Fiddler's Green

And so when man and horse go down

Beneath a sabre keen

Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee

you stop a bullet clean

and the hostiles come to get your scalp

just empty your canteen

and put your pistol to you head

And go to fiddler's green

Godspeed brothers...

SCOUTS OUT!

Die with your boots on...