10 years ago today, I lost what would be the first of many brothers in what was a completely useless conflict. It's crazy how so much time has passed but it still seems like yesterday. At the time I remember feeling sad but not overly distraught about it. I still believed in the "mission" and felt like we were doing something good and we all knew when we signed up what happened to Heath could have been any one of us. Now that time as passed I just feel anger and deep sadness about the whole situation especially now that I am an father. Heath had a son born just weeks before we left for Iraq, out there is a 10 year old boy who never got to know his father or his father's love . Also now knowing that most of Baqubah and Warhorse has been taken over by ISIS due to political games in Washington DC. I don't want to cheapen the death of any of my brothers or think their deaths were in vain but have a real hard time understanding what the hell it was all for. We love you and we miss you brother, Arctic Wolves.