Fallen Heroes of Operation Iraqi Freedom

Remembering the servicemembers who died in the service of their country.

Army Sgt. 1st Class Scott R. Smith

34, of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.
Smith died in Al Iskandariyah, Iraq, of injuries sustained when an improvised explosive device detonated during a controlled ordnance clearing mission. Smith was assigned to the 737th Explosive Ordnance Detachment, 52nd Ordnance Group, Fort Belvoir, Virginia. Died on July 17, 2006.

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"I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for our Country. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy. sprinkler repair Miami"
Joshua of Los Angeles, CA

I had no idea. You were a great person and my heart goes out to your family; even now."
Missy Armstrong of Van Buren, AR

"I am so sorry for your loss. I was stationed with Scott in Italy as an MP. I still remember the day he told me he was selected for EOD school. He was so proud. I visited him in Alabama and he visited me here in Florida after the Army. He was a great freind and brother. I will miss you Scott."
Juan de la Rosa of Bradenton, Florida

"No Scott was never stationed at Campbell, I believe you're thinking of someone else."
Lynn Smith, Wife of a Hero of NJ

"July 8, 2008
To the family of Sgt. 1st Class Scott R. Smith:
Scott gave the ultimate sacrifice and will be held in the hearts of Americans forever. I cannot and will not let our fallen heroes be forgotten. My deepest sympathy to you. "Some gave all."
Peggy Childers
"Don't Let The Memory Of Them Drift Away"
Peggy Childers of Carson City, NV

"Yes I believe he was stationed there at one time."
Ed of Tacoma, WA

"Is this the Scott Smith who was based in Clarksville, Tennessee, Fort Campbell, at one time?"
jackie mcclelllan of Nashville, Tennessee

"Scott was the best friend that my wife and I ever had, a friend so close I considered him my brother. Although we did not serve in the same unit we both served our Country in the Army. We have shared homes, laughs, tears and good times.
We were suppose to meet once he got back from Iraq and I was starting to look for homes and land for sale in the Washington area for him. We never will get that chance. We talked of plans to vacation together and just tell stories and kill brain cells. Our two families had some great times together and I was looking forward to sharing our older years as friends and neighbors but once again we will never get that chance.
I am prowd of my friend and know that he died living his life on his terms. He will always be missed but will live on through our thoughts and memories.

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth and spoke of the following date with tears, But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between the years.
For the dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth and now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash, what matters is how we live and love and how we spent our dash.
So think about this long and hard; are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real and always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile, Remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read with your life's actions to rehash Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?
Author: Linda Ellis

I know Scott was proud of how he spent his dash and I am proud and privilaged to have share his dash if only for a short while.
Ed and Kim of Washington, USA

"My dearest Scott,
I miss you everyday and I think of you every second of every day even when its hard to think about you. I wish for just one last touch, or word from you before that day. I spoke to you Saturday and Monday you were gone. Sometimes I think you are coming home to me. Sometimes I can hear your voice and sometimes I even smell you. Everything reminds me of something about you. Smells and sounds, songs on the radio, the way I use to sleep in while you got up so quietly to not wake me. When we rode our bikes together. The gifts you gave to me in your love and patience and understanding. This wasn't suppose to happen, not to you. I see you on Futureweapons all the time and I just cry everytime you come on and talk about the SWORDS thats going to save so many lives....why couldn't it have saved yours?

I use to love EOD so much and now I find myself so torn, how can I love something so much that killed someone I loved that much more? How can I rebuild and move on without you here? I can't do things on my own. You always took care of me and now I have to do it alone. You were always there for me to call on when I was in trouble or hurt or mad or just to talk no matter where in the world you were, you always found a way to stay in touch more then anyone else ever did with their wives. The other wives were always so jealous about how you called all the time and sent messages. I loved that about you. Even far away, worlds apart, you made the marriage great and last and kept it new and exciting. I wait still everyday for your calls or your ims online. I know you want me to move on. I get your messages you send to me but I just miss you. I want you. I want you here. I would trade myself to take your place if you could come back. You deserve to be here more then me. You are such a wonderful person. I still cry everyday and I kiss your flag everynight before bed and every morning when I wake up.

I hear your voice of reason everytime I spend money...saying stop speding all the money like you use to say everytime I bought anything. I hear you everytime I drive the car. Stop putting miles on the car and you better not be spilling nothing in it. That car is my closest link to you. Its safe in the garage. You told me it better not have more then 30k when you got back and when it rolled over 30k I just cried and said I was sorry for driving it but you weren't gonna come back so that 30k deal was off. I still hate to drive it but I love it because I know how much you loved that car and I am so thankful we got it because of that.

I know what you are saying about things and I love you too. I know you know that I love you and I certainly know how much you loved me. I am sorry for the way people are acting but its ok. Its their way of dealing with the grief. You were always better at dealing with things then anyone I ever knew. I miss that strength you had. I miss that smile that would light up the world. Everytime I see a beautiful sunset I wonder if you put it there for me. I wonder if your view of it is better then mine. When I look at the sky and see the stars I look for the brightest one and I wonder if you are looking at the same sky or if you put that star there extra bright for me to see. I wonder if you are ok and I hurt for not being able to see you one last time and kiss you and say good bye. Its not fair. Nothing makes sense to me anymore and I can't help but think of everything you have ever told me. I can't help but think if you were right about dying. When its your time its your time...but it shouldn't of been your time. We were going to start a family and have the rest of our lives together. Its so senseless what happened and I can't except it.

I didn't run the Army 10 or Marine Corps Marathon like I was suppose to. I felt bad cause you paid to register me. I will run them next year. I couldn't after you were killed. It was too soon. It was too hard to train. I have no energy, its all consumed by fighting to keep living. This is the hardest fight I've ever had to be in and I am not sure if I can make it through. Its been 7 months yesterday and it feels like yesterday. Everything is a blurr. The only thing that is real is the pain I have. I ask everyday why???? why why why?

I miss you Scott and my only hopes now for the future is that somehow someday I will see you again.

Nicholas asks about you all the time. We haven't told him yet. My mom is going to have to tell him but he's only 5 its really hard. I bought him the quad you wanted to get him, he loves it and is already trying to be a stunter...I made him slow down on the stunts for now. He thinks you are just away living at the Army, he waves to you everytime we pass Lewis. He wants to visit he says. Samantha also asks about you, she is only 3 and its amazing they remember. They love you and I don't think they'll ever stop asking for you.

I love you always and forever. I always have and will never stop.

Please give me something to let me know you are ok.

I love you my love
Your wife

Lynn Smith
Wife of a Hero"
Lynn Smith of NJ

I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for our Country. And to your family and friends, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy. God knows how many fellow American and Iraqi lives you saved by doing the job that you did."
Mike Casey of El Paso, Texas

"Thank you Scott Smith, you will not be forgotten. Your bravery goes beyond words. I want to express my deepest gratitude for your sacrifice. To the family and friends, my prayers and deep condolences in your loss. May God strengthen you from knowing that fellow Americans and people around the world care about you and grieve with you in your loss. God bless you all. A very appreciative fellow American,"
Leo Titus of Grayslake, Illinios

"To the family and friends of Sgt. 1st Class Scott Smith:
May God's grace be with you during your time of grief. Please know that our thoughts and prayers are with you and we feel your loss and share in your sorrow. Bless Scott for the sacrifice he has made to make a better life for the rest of us."
The Ford Family of Wells, Nevada

"To the family and friends of Sgt. 1st Class Scott Smith:
I am saddened by the loss of your loved one. He will always be remembered as a hero for fighting for freedom. I hope that this website will be a source of comfort and encouragement for you during this difficult time, and in the future as you recall the memories of Scott, who continues to live on in your heart."
Tim Rivera of Powder Springs, Georgia

Honor them by remembering... Freedom - is their gift to us But his soul goes marching on