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Oct 18, 1993: Letters Home
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Oct. 18, 1993 What in The World Are We Doing?
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
COVER, Page 45
Letters Home
</hdr>
<body>
<p>Private First Class Richard Kowalewski, 20, an Army Ranger,
was killed in action last week in Mogadishu. He had written
faithfully to a hometown friend in Crucible, Pennsylvania. Some
excerpts:
</p>
<p> AUG. 11: I love my country and everything it stands for. I am
in a position that I may have to give my life for my country.
</p>
<p> I must also say a few words for the 3rd Ranger Battalion. As
you well know, I love this. Despite how we [soldiers] all
fight and mess with each other, there is a bond here that you
have to be a part of to understand. I am very confident in the
leadership of the 3rd Ranger Battalion. We are the best.
</p>
<p> AUG. 20: I kept waking up all night long. I sleep in the corner
of our tent. I must have rolled over and stared at the stars
for hours...There are a few times in a person's life that
really make him or her think. One of those being when you think
it might be your time to go.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 3: I've been here nine days, and it feels like nine years.
The days are becoming longer and longer. My day started at 4
this morning.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 9: I am not sure of what to listen to and what to blow
off anymore. About the only thing that I'm sure of is I want
to go home and get the hell out of here.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 10: Last night was a wild night here. The fighting started
about 3:30 p.m. and lasted well into the night. The good news
is it wasn't any of our people. There were American troops involved,
but they weren't Rangers.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 19: It's the same old b.s. here. The only thing that has
changed is the day. And that makes me one day closer to coming
home.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 22: In today's intelligence brief, we received some real
upsetting news. Tonight we are supposed to get hit by 150 gunmen.
The men are said to have women and children holding hands walking
in front of the gunmen as they shoot--sort of a human shield.
Don't get me wrong, but I'm scared, real damn scared.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 24: I'm starting to get real homesick. The best news is
those 250 [sic] people turned out to be a hoax.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 26: Yesterday was probably the coldest, darkest, saddest
day of my life. I stood at attention as three American soldiers
were rolled by in caskets draped with American flags. War is
very sad and kills everyone in some way. I can't help but think
what might happen if it had been me in one of those caskets.
</p>
<p> SEPT. 27: I'm being as careful as I can. I carry a loaded weapon
with me everywhere I go. I don't hesitate one bit by showing
it to the faces of these Somalis that are always around us.
</p>
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