This post is going to be somewhat personal. When I started this blog, I never wanted it to be about me or myself, but instead about the information and the research that I’ve come across over the years in the hopes that it would help expose the truth about the world that we live in. I have nothing to gain by this, I just felt obligated to get the word out because hardly anyone is speaking out nowadays, let alone speaking the truth. Today is Memorial Day and this post is going to be about someone close to me when I was around 9 or 10 years old. I hope to honor the memory of a fine young man in this blog and at the same time, I hope that his memory would serve as and example as a life taken away far too young.
After I found out the truth about the wars that we’ve waged over the last 70+ years, the military, and the deception that the ruling class has used over the decades to get the youth of this country to do the dirty work for the agenda of the New World Order, I’ve grown to despise national holidays like Memorial Day and Veterans Day. When I left the service at my 10 year mark in 2014, I walked away from a very promising military career as a very disillusioned young man. My whole entire belief system was turned upside down as I came to the conclusion that most everything that I grew up believing about America and our government wasn’t true. Knowing what I knew to be true, I quickly grew very tired of seeing the established commemoration for those of us that raised our right hand and wore the uniform for this country. It all seemed so fake to me and very ironic how a nation ceremoniously thanks its defenders of freedom on the one hand, while it gives up freedom for the empty promises of security on the other. At the same time, I also knew that those of us that wore a uniform and fought our nation’s wars were viewed by the ruling class as mere cannon fodder – “animals to be used as pawns for foreign policy” to quote the traitor Henry Kissinger. So I’ve always kept to myself on these holidays. And sadly, our culture has forgotten these men and women though it pretends to remember but twice a year.
Even though I understand what I know to be true, at the same time, I can’t accept that these men and women died in vain, or that their sacrifice was a waste. I firmly believe that if these men and women died believing that they were fighting for our freedom, then I can’t take that away from them or their families, nor would I ever want to.
One such man who died serving his country who I had the privilege of knowing was Cpl. Eric Palmer of Maize, KS.
Cpl. Eric Palmer was KIA on June 24, 2007 after a firefight against insurgents in Bayji, Iraq. He served as a paratrooper in the 1st Battalion, 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, based out of Fort Bragg, NC.
Eric Palmer was one of my best friends in 3rd and 4th grade. We were both in the same 3rd grade class together and we were inseparable. I’ll never forget him, his kindness, his inspiration, and his sense of humor. If I remember right, we became friends over a game of Pogs, and if you were a 90’s kid you know what Pogs are. We would collect them and trade them all the time during our indoor recesses. During our outdoor recesses, we were either at the soccer field or on the basketball court. As a kid, I was without a doubt the worst basketball player ever, I couldn’t do a layup to save my life. However, Eric always made sure I was included and that I was a part of his team. I’ll never forget how he stood up for me when one of the captains refused to pick me for the team. His sense of loyalty was unshakeable, a trait I’ve always admired. We went to basketball camp during the summer after 4th grade and hung out at each other’s houses all the time. I would go to his house and play a helicopter combat game called Jungle Strike on his Sega Genesis. It was our favorite game and I remember our favorite part was blowing up a gas station on one of the levels. He would come over to my house and I would show him my collection of fighter planes. I think both of us knew, even at that early age, that we were both destined to serve in the military. Eric went into the Army and I went into the Air Force. Unfortunately, as the years went by we grew apart. We had no hard feelings between us, it was just one of those things that happens as kids grow up. Friends and classes change and experiences are different. I don’t think we spoke to each other once throughout high school and I don’t remember ever having a class with him. It was what it was. I will forever cherish the memories and the times I had with Eric Palmer during those early years. Shortly after I heard he was killed in action, I saw that his family made a Facebook page in his honor. Many of my former classmates wrote about their experiences with Eric and I read them all. Just about every person talked about how selfless and a deep person he was. I saw those same qualities in him as well. I didn’t write anything on that Facebook page back in 2007, I really didn’t have the words. I think it was just too hard for me to say anything at the time. I don’t have a Facebook anymore so I doubt this will ever make it on his wall. I haven’t wrote anything about him or our friendship until now. I figured this Memorial Day would be the perfect time to do it so this is my belated commemoration to a fine young man, a friend, and a warrior.
Rest easy Brother, hope to see you again someday.
Your old friend,