Back in April, my co-worker at AFSCME, Rachel Sistoza , shared with me some sad news about her 25-year-old first cousin. Cpl. Shannon L. Squires of Virginia Beach was severely injured in Iraq when a roadside bomb exploded near his convoy vehicle during combat operations.
Upon learning that he was being treated at an army hospital in San Antonio, Texas, Rachel took a vacation to visit him. Like the rest of the family, she had high hopes that Shannon would pull through and be home for Christmas.
But Shannon
didn’t recover from his wounds. He died on August 28. He was buried with full
military honors on September 5, in Virginia
Beach where he was born.
That same day, the Associated Press reported
that there have been 2,657 members of the U.S. military who have died since
the beginning of the Iraq War in March 2003. According to his obituary in the
“Washington Post”, this was Shannon’s second deployment to Iraq as a field
artillery tactical data systems specialist. While in the Army, he earned
numerous honors, among them a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart.
Before enlisting, he worked in technical
support for Gateway Computers.
“He loved taking apart, and putting back
together, computers,” his father was quoted as saying. “He was infinitely
curious and was always eager to work on his family’s cars. Once, he learned to
change the timing belt by following directions from the internet. He was
patient and good with his hands."
We have all been desensitized to daily
reports of war casualties. Until we learn that one of them is close to someone
we know. Then it comes close to home.
Rachel says that after graduating from Tallwood High School
in 1999, Shannon wanted to serve in the Army.
He believed in the brotherhood of service. He wanted to make a difference as he
was going through some rough times in his life.
“But once in Iraq, he hated being there. He
couldn’t wait to get out so he could come home, enroll at James Madison
University and study
computers or cars. He loved both. He didn’t want to quit, though. He wanted to
finish the job, finish what he was sent there to do."
Shannon’s mother, Velma Sistoza Squires,
is from Tondo, Manila
. She’s a registered nurse, and is divorced from her husband, Ralph Squires.
His younger brother Mark is a full time student and works part time as a
waiter.
Rachel saw his cousin twice while he was
struggling to get well in San Antonio
. “I told him about our mutual friends, the movies I saw and the music that
just came out," she recalls. “On my second visit in August, I took my
7-year old son, Marcus, with me but he wasn’t allowed in the room. Shannon is his ‘ninong’(godchild). I talked to him about
what we would do when he got out of the hospital. Although he wasn’t totally
conscious, he’d always make me laugh by making funny gestures. Each and every
time, on both trips, I told him I loved him and that he was safe now. A week
after I left, I was told that he woke up and started eating and talking. But a few days later, he passed on.
“Every day, I tell my son how great a
person Shannon is. Marcus remembers all the fun times they had. I don’t know if
I would discourage him from enlisting in the Army if he chose to do so one day.
After losing my cousin, of course, I’d be
hesitant. I still have to Think, what If a draft happens when he’s 18?"
Rachel has another cousin serving in Iraq .
With the anniversary of September 11
coming up, I asked Rachel what’s going through her mind. “There would have been
no Iraq War if there was no September 11," she says. “My cousin would
still be alive. I hated this war then. I hate it even more so now. It took away
someone close to me, someone I grew up with, someone so young and full of
promise. That’s what hurts."
In one of his last e-mails to friends,
the Post’s Obituary noted, he wrote that he had less than one year left on his
Army contract and that he was a Scorpio who loved long walks on the beach.
“And,” he wrote, “my life is not any way near being complete.”