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A war widow remembers her husband
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Below is a letter written by Lori McCoy, wife of Army Staff Sgt. Gregory McCoy and mother of two.  Sgt. McCoy, a Riesel resident, was killed Nov. 9 by a roadside bomb in Baghdad.  He was 26.  His widow's letter was read aloud during his memorial service Monday.
One question has been put before me time and time again in the past week.  That question is "Do I support the war?"  Although my answer was the same every time, I have felt that I did not fully explain why I answered the way I did.
While we were in Germany, my husband told me that if he didn't get the opportunity to deploy, he would not re-enlist.  He felt like he was not able to use his training and found himself looking for a way to fulfill that uncertainness inside of him.  Deep down, I knew that deploying was what it would take for Greg to feel like a real Soldier.  When that opportunity was before us, I was excited for him.  He was going to do what he wanted to do and felt their mission was justified.  I could not imagine him not being able to participate in something he felt was his duty.
Though I worried about him, I knew that he and his unit would do everything possible to ensure their safety and I will never forget the moment of his return from his first deployment.  Starting that very day, he was already referring to "when he went back."
There was something about deploying that really made Greg feel complete.  We have a beautiful family and a loving marriage, and I could never find it in me to try to talk him out of something he felt was so important.  Greg definitely believed in his duty first.  But before you think that is inappropriate, let me say that the many absences we went through made our relationship stronger, and made what time we were able to spend together even more precious.
I never thought that Greg would not come home.  To have thoughts like that when your husband is gone would make every day unbearable and I still had two little boys to care for.  Through seven years of marriage, I had shown Greg that I was capable of standing on my own two feet and he never doubted my ability to care for us in his absence.
Even now, I feel comforted in knowing that Greg not only loved me but trusted me enough to leave us.
So now, when I think about my answer to that question "do I support the war?" this is what I say. It's not a matter of whether I support the war.  What matters is that I supported my husband in something that was so important to him.  I support the other Soldiers who served with him and their families, who share in our sacrifice.  I support the Soldiers of the 410th Military Police Company specifically who, despite my husband's death, continue with their mission, because I know Greg would want them to complete it.
But I want to pose a question to those who hold the fate of our military in their hands.  Will you make my husband's death worth it?  He died believing that his mission was right and just.  He was never afraid to fight to defend our country and would have gone to the end of the earth if that's where the Army needed him.  If we allow our nation to feel like this is a war we cannot win, we are saying that the price paid by my husband and other Soldiers like him was paid in vain.  As Americans, we need to make sure that the end justifies the means.
To our family and friends and those who have been pillars of support during this time, I want to thank you.  But instead of mourning for us, I want you to mourn for the people who were never blessed with knowing Greg.  He was a loving husband and doting father.  He had an ability to make anyone laugh and I feel regret for those who were never able to see this in him.
I know several of you have said that you will always remember Greg.  But as his wife, I want to ask you that instead of just remembering him, you never forget him.  Never forget his bravery, courage and commitment to our country.  Never forget what he sacrificed so that we might have a better life.  Never forget that what he died doing he believed in.  But most of all, never forget that men and women like him became heroes long before they died.  They became heroes when they enlisted.

Gregory McCoy

 

SSG Gregory McCoy, 26, of Riesel, Texas, died from injuries sustained while serving his country in Baghdad, Iraq, on Nov. 9, 2006. Services will be 11 a.m. Monday, Nov. 20, at Acts Christian Fellowship, 5201 Steinbeck Bend. A motorcycle procession led by Patriot Guard Riders will escort SSG McCoy to his interment with full Army Military Honors at 1 p.m. at Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery, 11463 State Highway 195, Killeen. Visitation will be from 3 to 5 p.m. Sunday, Nov. 19, at OakCrest Funeral Home, 4520 Bosque. Greg was born Feb. 9, 1980, in Lansing, Mich., to Timothy and Carol McCoy, and was raised in Webberville, Mich. Upon completing high school, Greg entered the United States Army. He attended basic training at Fort Jackson, Miss. and Advanced Individual Training at Fort Knox, Ky., where he trained to be a Bradley Fighting Vehicle Mechanic. His first duty was Fort Hood where he was assigned to the 2-20th Field Artillery, 4th Infantry Division. There he met his wife, Lori Smith, of Riesel, Texas. They married Dec. 10, 1999, in Waco, and welcomed their first child, Logan Reilly, July 29, 2000. After re-enlisting in the Army in the spring of 2002, Greg attended Military Police school in Fort Leonardwood, Mo. His next duty station moved his young family to Kaiserslautern, Germany, where he was assigned to the 230th Military Police Company, 95th Military Police Battalion, 37th Transportation Command, 21st Theatre Support Command. On Sept. 23, 2003, in Landstuhl, Germany, Greg and Lori were blessed with their second son, Tyler Mason. The 230th Military Police Company deployed in March of 2004, for Operation Iraqi Freedom. While downrange, Greg re-enlisted. Upon his safe return to Germany, he and his family reported back to Fort Hood, where he was assigned to the 410th Military Police Company, 720th Military Police Battalion, 89th Military Police Brigade. It was with this unit, in June 2006, that Greg returned to Iraq for his second deployment. Greg and a fellow soldier were killed when an improvised explosive device detonated near their vehicle in Baghdad. He was preceded in death by his paternal grandfather, William McCoy. Survivors include his wife, Lori McCoy, of Riesel, Texas; sons, Logan Reilly and Tyler Mason, of Riesel, Texas; parents, Timothy McCoy and Christine Ferris, of Lansing, Mich. and Robert and Carol Johnson of Howell, Mich.; sister, Michelle Potchynok and husband, Jim of Webberville, Mich.; stepbrother, Eric Johnson of Howell, Mich.; stepsister, Christina Dobroczynski and husband, Dan of Conn.; paternal grandmother, Doris McCoy of Williamston, Mich.; maternal grandparents, George and Dortha Monroe of Fowlerville, Mich.; uncles, Dan McCoy and wife, Mary of Perry, Mich., Nelson Monroe and wife, Marie, of Lansing, Mich., and Dennis Monroe of Fowlerville, Mich.; aunts, Karen Jacobs and husband, Dennis of East Lansing, Mich. and Pam McCoy and Bill Zimmerman of Williamston, Mich.; father and mother-in-law, Jerry and Gena Smith of Riesel, Texas; sisters-in-law, Tracy Hendley of Lorena, Texas and Katie Smith of Riesel, Texas; brother-in-law, Cody Smith and wife, Emily of College Station, Texas; nephews, Tanner Smith and Cayson Hendley, of Lorena, Texas; nieces, Krystlina Potchynok of Webberville, Mich. and Katie Dobroczynski of Conn.; and many cousins. Donations in SSG McCoy's name may be sent for the Veterans Memorial Wall being constructed at Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery, 11463 State Highway 195, Killeen, Texas 76542. Memorial guestbook is available at www.oakcrestwaco.com "In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility... I welcome it." President John F. Kennedy. February 9, 1980 - November 9, 2006

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November 28, 2006

To the Family of Staff Sgt. Gregory W.G. McCoy:
I will stand in grief with this soldier's family to honor him. For every fallen HERO there is a bright star that shines in the evening sky to remind us of the cherished gift we were given – even if for too short a time.
My heart breaks again as I sign yet another guest book of another courageous young soldier who gave their life so selflessly. I wish I never found myself in a position to have to sign another guestbook for the rest of my life, but I promised Brent that neither he nor any like him would be forgotten and so I will continue until the day there is no longer the need.
We lost our son SFC Brent A. Adams on
12/1/05
and it seems like yesterday. I wish so badly there were things I could say to you right now to make the pain you are feeling go away, but I know first hand there simply are no words that will bring you the comfort and peace your heart aches for. Just know that you are not alone. My heart, thoughts, and prayers are with you all as you go through this tragedy moment by moment and as you mourn this loss.
We don't know each other, will probably never meet, but will forever be united in the loss of our Heroes. We have, unfortunately joined a group none of us wanted to join, an ever-growing group of families in this situation. May God grant you peace and strength to get through this and be able once again to smile at a memory rather than have only the tears that flow so easily now. To be so proud of your loved one and so saddened at the same time is a mix of emotions very difficult to deal with as our hearts both burst with pride and pain together.
I am sorry that I never knew your soldier personally. While they can never be replaced, neither will they ever be forgotten. You must trust that sometime, someday the loving memories you have will help to sustain you and help you go on. This courageous soldier will forever be your Angel watching over you all for the rest of your lives. It's what brings me some measure of peace and comfort and I hope it will you as well.
To his family and friends in pain, I offer this comfort: When you find yourself in that dark sorrowful place, think not only of how you will miss him, but instead recall the years, days, hours and minutes gifted to you by his presence. The one thing that cannot be taken from you is your wonderful memories that now will mean more than ever.
If you ever want to talk, I'm only an e:mail away and would love for you to tell me more about your Hero.
God Bless this soldier and family who gave all and God Bless legacy.com for setting up this site where families can so quickly share their condolences and prayers with others like themselves.
Proud Parents of SFC Brent A. Adams, KIA,
12/1/05, Ramadi, Iraq

Pam and Bill Adams,
Lancaster, PA

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Not Toy Soldiers

In the early afternoon of 9 November a squad from the 410th MP company was on patrol in their humvees along Route Vernon at the overpass of Route Irish when an Explosively Formed Projectile tore through the first vehicle in the convoy. Apparently the insurgents took advantage of the fact that this was the only in and out of sector. The projectile came through the passenger’s side and was catastrophic. Those in the vehicle behind couldn’t see through the smoke, but notice on the ground near them PFC Howard Zachary, the gunner who was blown out of the turret. The turret and gunner separated in the air. Members of Stryker unit came and supplied force protection as medics tended to the broken bodies of SGT Gregory McCoy and SPC Courtland Kennard.

I wasn’t aware of what had happened until I return from an office visit at personnel affairs to have my ID card updated. SGT James had gone ahead to the Combat Surgical Hospital (CSH) to follow up on the survivor and help support the unit in its crisis. I stayed behind and called to find out when other soldiers from the unit would be returning so I could be present if they wished to talk. SGT James returned a bit earlier than what I expected and we proceeded to Camp Stryker.

No sooner than we had arrived, CPT Whittenberger, Commander of the 410th MP Company “Bravo Spirit” arrived. CPT W, a broad and somewhat stoic man accepted as I offered my condolences. We met and sat with a young LT and SFC who were part of the convoy that underwent the attack. They were emotionally bruised and saddened. CPT W. advice to them was to stay inside the wire and take care of them selves a while. He stated that all the soldiers would handle the loss differently. One thing he said that struck me as genuine was “I don’t believe in toy soldiers.” I took this to mean that he values soldiers as individuals and this loss was very real to him. I later discovered that at one time he was an enlisted soldier in Field Artillery (Cannon Crewmember), was given an Honorable Discharge, went to college where he earned a BS, and is now completing a Master’s degree.

We had the company members gather in the chapel after dinner so to formally announce the loss and talk about what would happen next. I briefly offered my sympathies and explained that I was there to help them through this time of grief. I told them that one thing that I believe is helpful is to gather as friends and informally share the stories that might not be told publicly, so that they won’t feel “short changed” at the formal memorial ceremony. As the soldiers were ushering out, a tall SPC asked to speak to me alone. He stated that this loss reminded him how much he had strayed and that he felt that he was in danger of losing his faith. Part of what I was able to understand was that he was raised in fundamentalist environment that made him feel guilty for not believing the way his family did. He saw much evil in the world. We talked about different ideas of what faith is. I tried to lighten his load as best as I could. I walked out into the night. Melancholy and weariness were about me. The next morning I told myself that I was definitely ready to go home for a while.


My memorial message for SSG Gregory McCoy and SGT Kennard (promoted posthumously):


Grace and peace to you my fellow soldiers and friends. As we take time to honor and remember SSG Gregory W. McCoy and SGT Courtland A. Kennard, I hope that you know that you are not alone in your grief and that the prayers of fellow enlisted, officers, friends and family are with you here in this very place. They are offered fervently and with great care that you may find solace and strength in the midst of this tragedy. As far as I am concerned, all soldiers lives are spiritual quests—some parts more difficult than others. SSG McCoy’s and SGT Kennard’s quests have ended, but yours members of the 410th continues.

The other night when I visited with you, I repeated what your commander CTP Whittenberger had said, “That everyone will react in their own way to this loss.” Some will be brokenhearted, others will be angry and some will feel numb or somehow unconnected to this loss. Others of you will simply be relieved that it wasn’t you. All of us have been created uniquely and each of us have different life experiences to help us cope with what you face. You have full permission to go through this in your way, but for your own sake and the sake of those around you, don’t go it alone. There is no need to. You have put so much work into bonding with each other as a unit. Stay connected with each other and walk forward as best as you know how.

When asked what scripture would be meaningful for you to hear at this ceremony, the friends of SSG McCoy and SGT Kennard chose the 23rd Psalm. Some of you may know it very well while others of you may have heard it only once or twice. In the 23rd Psalm, which SPC Nicholas read for us, the psalmist gives us the image of God as a shepherd—someone who guards, tends, and guides. In the face of how fearful our existence can sometimes be, the image of the good shepherd is most comforting. The fears that we all face at one point or another is the Valley of the Shadow of Death. You as soldiers of the 410th and countless others do not need to be told that what you face day in and day out is being in the Valley of the Shadow of Death. You deal with mortality regularly. Your courage is seen every day as you put on your boots, body armor and kevlars go out there and face what there is to face.

I believe that Harold Kushner, rabbi and author of When Bad Things Happen to Good People, is right when he says that the idea that we are going to die one day is NOT what scares us. It is the anticipation of death, the sense that our time is limited that gives us fear. It is death’s shadow, not death itself that is fearful. Out of all creatures, we are the only ones that know that there will be a day when we will not be here. Frightening, but when we consider it closely, we can frame our minds and ask ourselves about how we choose to use this time.

No one can take away your memories of the good that SSG McCoy and SGT Kennard did. No one can take away the effect of their identity, their values, their sense of humor. No one can take away their service and commitment in the face of dicey prospects. No one can take away the honor that they placed in the uniform. No one can take away the sense of camaraderie or even the frustrations that you had with one another. These belong to SSG McCoy and SGT Kennard and to you all forever and death has no power over it.

One thing we may feel is that God isn’t with us in the darkness of the valley. But, the psalmist speaks of drawing comfort from God’s presence and his rod and staff. I believe most, if anything, we more often struggle with the absence of God. It is OK to ask “Where are you Lord when I most need you?” “Show your face, lend me your rod and staff that I might not walk without something to protect me and something to lean on.” If this God is worth anything, he must be a God big enough to handle our doubts, fears, tears, grief, anger and our feelings of being orphaned. He must equip us somehow to face the valley. Otherwise, he would not be a good shepherd at all. He would be neglectful of his creation and our efforts to make meaning out our lives—the good and the tragic—­­­would be in vain.

One last thing I need to share with you is the depth to which CPT Whittenberger took this loss. I have seen his grief. He has shown great concern for you all. I have seen the dignity with which he has sought to bring to all the details surrounding this tragedy. This is true of all the leaders of the 410th that I have met.

Friends, find hope in whatever good SSG McCoy and SGT Kennard were and did. Determine what good you want to pass on in this life and do it. Don’t put it off for tomorrow. Tell the ones you love that you love them. Put your heart on the line. For today is a gift and tomorrow is not promised to us. Amen

Please stand with me in silent tribute to SSG Gregory McCoy and SGT Courtland Kennard.

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Lord, we thank you for the life SSG Gregory McCoy and the life of SGT Courtland Kennard of and we lift up all that they were to your mercies. Amen.

A couple days later, I once again saw the 410th. There spirits were high as the unit and CPT Whittenberger was being honored in Change of Command Ceremony where I delivered the invocation. There is something about the resiliency and camaraderie of soldiers that is truly amazing. There were smiles and laughter as they were standing tall in a magnificently bright Iraqi morning with a cool breeze that lifted their guidon and brought life to Old Glory. I can only pray that my part has been sufficient for these men and women as I begin to leave this place. There is so much that I will never forget.

 

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