I hitched a ride on a helicopter a few days a go to go back down to my old FOB. While it was good to see the Nightstalkers again, the reason that I was there could not have been any worse. Another Nightstalker had fallen, and I was there to attend his memorial service and pay my respects. Bittersweet does not even begin to describe the visit. The memorial while a moving and fitting tribute, was nothing but bitter. SSG Alfredo Silva was a good man, and a solid warrior. He will be missed by his brothers, but even more by his wife and daughter. I have since returned to my job with the Iraqi Army only to find out that I will be returning for another memorial service to honor several more fallen brothers. I have thought of little else. It tears at my soul to be away from the battalion and not be there to help pick up the pieces and take the fight back to the enemy. My only respite is my daily phone call to my beautiful wife and talk of our unborn son. I hope this will be the last of my "visits" to the battalion, until I rejoin them to return home. My brother-in-arms, Thunder 6, writes it better than I ever could.