STATES AIR FORCE
AT PATRICK AFB
& NICOLE KETCHUM
& CHRISTMAS TREE ~ 2003
TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY~
If tears could
build a stairway
were a lane
I could walk
right up to Heaven
you home again.
words were spoken
no time to
you were gone
before I knew it
and only God
still active in sadness
tears still flow
what it meant
to lose you
no one can
But now I know
you want us
to mourn for
you no more
all the happy times
has much in store
never be forgotten
I pledge to
place within my heart
is where you'll
had been out of a years specialized Air Force technical schools and had
been assigned as a Seismic Data Analyst at AFTAC at Patrick AFB in Florida
for less than a month when he was send TDY to the White Sands Missile Range
(an Army instalation) in New Mexico to do some kind of air monitoring for
the DoD. He called me the night before he was killed (as he always
did on Sunday night) to tell me he was there. He was so excited at
having gotten picked to do this assignment. He had just found out
he was going to get to come home for Christmas and had called all his friends
here in town already making plans (even though it was only September).
He was even more excited cause he had a government travel card ""Just like
On his first
day there, during a break in their duties, he took a walk away from their
work trailer, picked "something" up, and it blew up in his hands.
The people he was working with could not get phones to work and by the
time the ambulance got there, got him loaded in and on his way to a hospital
some ways away, he had bled to death from his injuries. They were
"unsurvivable" injuries from all I have been told. What Marc
had picked up was a live bomb. The site had not been cleaned up since 1994.
is a letter I wrote that was read at Marc's funeral.
I have a million
things to say to you. You are the finest, most wonderful son a mother
could ever have and no mother could ever be prouder than I am of you. Somehow
you always made the right choices!
~ No one ever finds a brand new older truck that is a gem like yours.
Still perfect cause of you. Your jobs ~ You always finished
each day with perfection. Your schooling ~ Excellent grades that
came easy to you with little studying. Your friends ~ You and John
selling rocks and making money in an area where rocks were more abundant
than weeds. You, Kevin & Sascha back packing and knowing to come
home cause there were undesirable people in the same remote area.
You, Will & Brandon spending a year studying for the Air Force to become
the best (and you were) in a very highly technical field. You &
everything together from kindergarten on. You & Evan and Prom
night. You & Chalary and your trip together from Texas to Florida.
What a wonderful time you had. I know - I have the pictures.
And your sister Shari. How she hated playing trucks with you.
Your convoys covered many rooms. She taught you much cause she is
as wonderful as you are. Amber & Nikki idolized you and you were
wonderful with them. You changed many diapers - Big Ears! Chalary
- I thank God she was in Florida with you helping you get settled and being
I love you,
son, and miss you so much. I don't know how life will go on but somehow
it will with a terrible loss. I only pray you are as happy as you
WILL REMEMBER YOU~
BARRY L BASSETT
"IN GOD'S HANDS"
WAS CREATED BY
AND IS MAINTAINED
BY PATRICIA KUSILA