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My Brother in Arms: The Exceptional Life of Mark Andrew Forester, United States Air Force Combat Controller

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Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve witnessed all your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Mark Forester's story, as told by his brother Thad, illustrates the phenomenal transformation of Mark A Forester described by those who knew him as principled, kind, gentle, easy-going, fun, humorous friend, to an Elite Military Air Force Combat Controller who believed he was placed on the earth to "kill terrorists". My Brother in Arms allows readers to know Mark, understand his background, history, motives, appreciate the relationships of those who loved him, illustrate his skill & bravery as a warrior, as well as his fateful last battle which took place on Sept 29, 2010.

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"The same units that are being effected are the same units that helped my family during Hurricane Katrina," said Cadet David Williams. "Not only are these my brothers in arms, but also these are the people that helped me out when I was growing up in Katrina."

Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms
Album: Brothers In Arms
Year: 1985

Lyrics:

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive witnessed all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms