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In Memorium

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Tim &Bailey

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I'd like one an all to raise a glass tonight in Memory of

2LT Mark Dooley 6 years ago today an IED took him from us. He paid the ultimate price. I watched this kid grow up. His Dad was one of our pilots , our crew CAC-212 picked him up and brought his HR home, he was laid to rest a week later in Arlington. Below is a copy of the letter he wrote like much of us did in case we didnt come home. I hug my kids every night and thank God mine never got printed

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Tim & Bailey - Above is a picture of his Dad and Mom at Arlington

Lt. Mark Dooley's letter to his family in case of his death
Dad, Mom and Charlie:

It is immensely hard to put into words raw emotion or put down on one piece of paper what you want people to remember you by. However, if you're reading this then I am not able to convey either in person. The best thing I can state is how much I love all three of you. It was only by God's grace that I was born into the family that I proudly call mine. Parents whose unconditional love supported me through times that others would have surely given up, and a brother whose patience and pure heart set the example I could only hope to have imitated.

The defining points in my life were the times when I had hard realizations that everything Dad had tried to help me avoid came true. Those painful lessons made me the person that I am, and although I had always wanted to change them I knew they all happened for a reason. Pappy, I always tried to think what you would have done, or how you would have handled a situation. The times that I succeeded were the times that I followed your example. My failures were the times that I chose to ignore your solid wisdom. The greatest boast I could ever make was that I was your son.

Mom, I have no delusions that reading or even hearing this letter read can fill my absence. Please forgive me for not being able to be there; but also remember that my leaving was in the service of something that we loved, and that most people can't comprehend its scope. Cherish in your heart that it wasn't done for any abstract reason like a flag or a foreign government's success, but our sacred honor. I love you mom, you(r) embracing love and support fueled the fire that burned through the hard times to keep me going. Don't be angry or let sadness dominate your heart, be proud. Remember that we will all be united again, and that God's knowledge is greater than we can understand. Faith insures us that his plan is the right way.

Charlie, I am so proud of you that it hurts just to think that I won't be there when you continue to grow and shine. God has infinitely blessed the world with your presence. Don't change, just continue to refine. Remember that a good run can make stupid small things disappear, and that a funny movie is time well spent with family and friends. Most of all don't ever let restrictions be put on you, anything is possible. It is perseverance that most of the world lacks.

Time will ease pain, and the best way to pay respect is to value why a sacrifice was made. Remember time is a gift, use it to enjoy life. My last request is that you continue to live fulfilling happy lives with God's hands holding you safely. I will see you all in God's perfect time.

With Loving Affection and Endearment,

Mark
 
Last night was hard to say the least. I doubled up max dose of Lunesta and slept 12 hrs. Not sure if it was sleep or unconciousness but rest was needed. Thanks everybody for your thoughts and prayers. We will always remember them. Maybe we should start a new forum- Those we lost we can get our thoughts and feelings on the screen infront of us post picts etc. A place where we can honor those we lost and vent about how we survived. Sorry if I'm babbling

Tim & Bailey
 
No, you're not babbling, Tim. For many,many years I suffered the loss of a friend who went down in Cambodia in 1968. He was only just repatriated about 3 years ago. They found so little remains in the wreckage that they buried the whole crew minus one, in a mass grave at Arlington. It's an ache that I'll carry forever. A strong man files it away in a filing cabinet somewhere and pushes on. Guess I'm not a very strong man.

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