The Resurrection and Facing Death

~ by Eli Stone ~

One of my SF Brothers wrote this to the community about T-Bear;

We lost a dear member of our community yesterday, Terry “T-bear” Barber unexpectedly passed away peaceably in his home. You would be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t know T-bear and the kindness he showed to everyone from mowing their yards to helping them with whatever they needed no matter how he felt. T-bear knew everything about this town and the people he knew. When I deployed numerous times he cared for and watched over my family like they were his own. The town will never be the same without him and we have lost a good man and a Great American. God bless you T-Bear and Rest in Peace brother.

I knew T-Bear and ran in the same circles for some time. I loved him as a Veteran Brother. T-Bear for those of you who knew him had a heart bigger than himself. While T-Bear was a tanker and not a Special Forces Brother. I don’t mourn his passing I celebrate his existence! May the promise of the resurrection be his!

The following is a piece written by a Special Forces Brother who is not yet passed but he is my age and may well be on his death bed if he does not defeat his struggle against cancer. While T-Bear was not a Special Forces Brother he would have made a fine one, his life took other avenues and this is why warriors can die peaceably.

“Facing Death: A Green Beret’s Perspective” by Thomas Booth

Brothers, I realize that we’re just not wired the same as everyone else. Looked up the phases of dying: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. WTFO? This all Greek to me. Not applicable or even understandable.

I think all of us accepted years ago during our A-Team time that though none us wants to die, we’re also not afraid to die. It’s the contract we must make within ourselves to be a Green Beret. We just view death as crap that happens eventually, now or later, doesn’t matter to us.

Here is one SF Brother’s Phases of Dying.

1) Acceptance. Not looking good for me, but that’s just more of the suck, and we all know it well. Nothing new here. If it happens, we got to plan for it. If it don’t happen, then God awarded me some bonus time.

2) Gratitude. You realize what an amazing life you have led, and all the amazing people and Brothers you know and love. It occurs to you that you have had a heck of run, a run most men wish they might have had. But you really did it. No crap. No bull. You climbed to that mountain top.

3) You realize what you must stand for. You are a Green Beret, and you will always be one. So you know you must uphold that standard, especially now with death in your face. You must go at this straight on. We’re all blunt as hell naturally. We say what we think, and bored with bullshit fast. “Cut to the chase” might as well be another SF motto. If I’m going to die, then I’m not playing games with that. Time for me to take it on, to face it with strength, courage and honor. No one of my jobs is to uplift those friends and family who might feel pain at my loss. I must get them to understand that I’m okay with it, that I love them back, but most of all that I want them to drive-on, to build from here, to grow and be happy, to live vibrant, exciting lives that have meaning. I don’t want my death to be a pity party. I want it to be an inspiration, a message of hope. And I want a heck a final party for everyone who comes to my funeral. Do some shouting, trash some bathrooms, do the crazy crap we’ve always done. Ring down the house, and make whoever hosts this affair remember it as the best party ever! Brothers, I’m offering free booze here. Why? It’s the one way I know you will show up. After I’m gone, see if you can get your local favorite bar to put up a sign over the men’s room (not the damned “whatever” room) naming it “Dead Tom’s Head.” It will make a lot people remember me whenever they take a dump and provide the bar with a cool story.

4) You swallow your pride about your needs. Wow! This is so hard for Green Berets to do! We are born caretakers. So hard for us to accept that maybe we need others to care for us. Sheridan forced me to let her do that “Go Fund Me” page. I think it nearly gave Bill Ole Senn a heart attack. Good, got to remind Bill sometimes that we’re the craziest characters in the world, so you never know what kind of crap we’ll pull next. And you got to admit, Bill, that girl, Sheridan, has some guts. Kinda of makes old SF hearts proud. Look, I didn’t want to ask my Brothers for help. What I have since realized is that I was totally wrong. Letting my brothers help me, helps my Brothers. It’s leaving them something to hang onto. The truth is that by allowing Brothers to help, you allow them to do what makes them feel right inside, to show their love and be your Brother. When I am gone, they will feel proud that they helped a Brother through his journey to Valhalla. They did something! That’s the key to understanding Green Berets. We aren’t sideline players. We’re first string. We don’t just move toward the sound of gunfire; rather, we tear into it with passion and zeal. We seek the opportunity to solve impossible problems with improbably solutions. So she was right about that “Go Fund Me Page.” Brothers want to be involved because loving and helping one another is our code. I do need help, and my Brothers are honored that they can do something for a Brother shot up and caught in the open. They wouldn’t leave me behind then, and they aren’t now. That’s called love, and you are expressing it to me so strongly, I am choking up over it. We’re such a bunch of yahoo A-holes! Ain’t it great?!

5) Appreciate all your blessings. It’s time to enjoy your blessings, to thank God for what you have. You have built a life, and I got to live one for 56-57 years (not sure if I get to 57 yet). That’s 30 more than I expected when I got to SF. Wow! That’s bonus time. I am leaving a great family, and many achievements behind, as well as my failures. They are a mixed bag, but I am so grateful to have lived like I have. I relish each failure as much as each success. I own them all, proudly. And I feel great that I did my job, and I always had my Brothers’ backs.

6) Ok, so it sucks, but it’s the suck, and triumphing over the suck that makes life worth living. There is no achievement without failure, no pain/no gain. We all know the suck, truly know it. So it’s back again. Not a big deal. And maybe it doesn’t suck so bad. Maybe Heaven really does have a Valhalla wing where the brave live forever! If it does, I’m all in! Imagine pulling a cork with one of Caesar’s legionnaires, a vet of Waterloo, a genuine Hospitaller Crusading knight, Members of the Iron Brigade, a Valley Forge vet, real Vikings, one of Alexander’s hoplites, a Roger’s Ranger, Gettysburg and Chickamauga vets and much more. Now that’s a good time! I think God is smarter than we are, so he would not build a heaven if there wasn’t some special accommodations for “rough men who stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.” We are the shield that protects goodness and right, honorable men inspired to fight and die for a cause. We are the guardians of freedom. There are no cowards on A Teams, and we weed out the dishonorable fast. We are America’s best. All human progress happens because of us. We hold our shields high so it can. But we don’t fit in well outside our warrior class. We have few warts, just saying. God knows that so he had to have made a special place for us. I intend to be there. I bet the beer is really good.

7) Time to get back to the one-step rule again that all of learned in Phase One or Selection. We accept that there are times when all we can do is just take one more step, that we control nothing else but that step, so it is all must focus on. The ruck is heavy now, and I am sore and tired, but I’m still in the fight, still taking one step at a time. So I resolve to take just one more step each day. Who knows where it might lead. Eventually, it will take me to place in heaven called Valhalla, but maybe it takes me some more places too? Not sure where I’m going or how many more steps I get to take, but I am taking them, each one, as best as I can. And I got some Brothers around me helping me take each one, though I admit that my ass is getting sore from those size 10 boots.

8) Realize the tremendous service this SF Brother facebook page is doing for us. It’s bringing Green Berets together once again. We are unifying. We are finding our lost Brothers through it. We linking Brothers of all ages and finding out how do damned alike we are whatever the SF era we were or are. Who knows what kind of crazy crap we’re fomenting because we found each other again due to this page? I hope I get to live long enough to see what happens with it. It’s amazing. Thank you to the founders of the page.

9) Thank you Brothers, for being there. Thank you for helping me take these single steps I am focused on each day. Thank you for your love, honor and respect. Sooner or later, I will see each of you in Valhalla or whatever they call the place. God bless you. Appreciate who you are and all the time you have. Please accept my love for you, and if I can do anything for you before I pass, I would be honored to. I would love to help you just as much as you love helping me. That is the core and soul of who we are and why we are not just Brothers on Earth, but Brothers eternal.

Happy Easter with all my love! Hug your families tight today!”

May the creator bless you and yours, may the promise of the resurrection comfort you. Hope you all had a happy Easter.