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(sorry, long but necessary)Please remember one of our Sisters-in-Strength

Posted by on May. 24, 2009 at 6:24 PM
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I haven't checked in with you all in a very long time.  My youngst boy (Amn 1st Cl Stephen) is home from Iraq safe and sound, married this past December and making me a Grandma this August.  My oldest son (1st LT William) is now stationed in Tucson AZ as an AF Intel Officer. My heart should be filled with joy for the good things in my life. But Wednesday morning that all changed.  Most of you are not familiar with the Academy's and the Air Force Academy is a very special place.  At least for us parents. A group of us 06 parents have spent the last seven years laughing, crying cheering and giving encouragement to each others children and to each other..  We call the years at USAFA a roller coaster ride, because it is an emotional roller coaster for our kids as well as us parents.  Over the past seven years I have come to love and think of my friends children as my own.  It doesn't matter that I wasn't their from the beginning of their young lives.  Tomorrow I leave for St Lewis MO.  I go to help my friend, my dear dear friend Susie Schulte.  You see she has to bury her only daughter Roslyn.  Roslyn could have attended any school in the nation (I do not exaggerated) She was an all American athlete in several sports, she graduated with honors from HS. She was an All American in LaCrosse at the Academy.  A leader of fellow cadets and a friend to everyone she met.  She was accepted to Ivy League colleges but she chose the Air Force Academy.  She wanted to fly jet planes. However that wasn't to be due to not being Pilot Qualified or PQ as we call it.  She got over that disappointment, moved on and picked a new career as an Intelligence Officer.  She volunteered to go to Afghanistan and was assigned to an Army unit over there, on loan from the AF. She could have stayed in Hawaii where she was stationed but a friend was deployed and they had made a pact that if one was deployed the other would volunteer. She left last Feb. and was to return this August. She came home yesterday,  Ros was in an Army convoy and some coward set off an IED as she drove by, Tuesday morning in Afghanistan.  She is the first female Academy Graduate killed in action.  Just 25 years old and a full life ahead of her. 

She is our first to die in our close knit group, We had a couple others die this year one from a car accident and the other a sweet young woman who had lung cancer at age 25.  I still don't understand that one either.  I don't understand why God would take my friends only daughter who was doing so much good for others.  I have been told over and over that our ways are not gods ways and only he knows the reason.  As I have said before, He better have a GOOD reason!   I only hope I can help Susie as much as she has helped me through the years..  Roz died a hero, she will be remembered as a hero forever by her fellow 06's and their parents.  I am sure her name will be placed in the Cadet contrails so they can learn about who our Roz was and the amazing things she did in her short life.  I am guessing they will name a building after her at the Academy.  All that won't bring her back, but at least she won't ever be forgotten.  So this Memorial Day as you celebrate our Freedom and your own family memebers who are serving, and those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, please remember Roz and say a prayer for us as we lay her to rest on Monday....Memorial Day.

God Bless all your family members serving our country


Below is a post from a young officer over in Afghanistan.

This story was on her Facebook page and I wanted to share it with all of you:

From my friend~a Navy Lt serving in Afghanistan:

Yesterday, my closest friend for the last couple months, Roslyn Schulte, was killed in a roadside bombing halfway between here and Bagram. She is one of the most incredible people I have ever known, and I want to tell you about her. I had only known her about three months, but she was assigned to my unit, and so, she and I being the only two junior officers in the group, she had the unfortunate pleasure of having to hangout with me. I can probably count on one hand the number of times we did not eat at least one meal of the day together since she arrived here in early March.

Ros was truly an exceptional person. Usually when you hear that about someone who just died, it’s almost always exaggeration, if not pure BS. With Ros, it’s not. She passed up on the Ivy leagues to go to the Air Force Academy. She qualified for state in five different sports in high school, was an all-American in college, a qualified pilot. She was ALWAYS kind to others. She went out of her way to call her mom and dad two or three times a week every week she was here. Sorry I don’t do that, Mom and Dad. No one did, except for Ros. She dreamed of getting out of the air force to settle down and start a family. She didn’t drink. She didn’t like the lifestyle of the military — said it didn’t work well for family. She wanted to be a successful business owner (like her mom), but worried that would interfere with raising a family.

I’ve gotten good at bragging about her in the last 38 hours or so since we lost her. I’m generally recognized as her closest friend on base. It’s an honor. But with that comes great misery too. I don’t think there are too many people here who haven’t seen me sobbing or choked up at some point in the last couple days. It feels strange for me as well, given I’m usually a pretty emotionless person. What is this watery substance hat appears to be forming in my eyes??

Ros and I usually traveled together on longer trips. We were almost always paired off together, in the same vehicle. That’s how we wanted it, and how the mission planners did. Yesterday however I had to go somewhere else. We saw each other briefly in the morning, just shy of 7am. She was walking from her room, my convoy was already staged and waiting. She saluted me, in typical jest. Junior officers usually don’t salute other junior officers, especially when they know each other. Without too much said, we each went our separate ways — I fully expected we would both be back having a meal together at Camp Eggers that evening. In fact, even though the day had just begun, I was already looking forward to that. She was my friend. My helicopter took off at 8am. By all accounts, Ros was killed halfway between Kabul and Bagram about 8:05. When my helicopter landed at the destination, around 9am, I got the news that there had been an attack along the route I knew she would be taking. Being a logical person, I quickly jumped to hope — that it was a well-traveled route for coalition forces, what are the chances that the one vehicle hit would be the one that Ros was driving? But something just didn’t seem right, and my worst fears were confirmed in the excruciating minutes and hours after that initial news. No news is clear, especially when spotty reports are coming over cell phones, etc. But I would guess around 10am or 10:30, we got a phone call that Ros was dead.

I’m writing this to you so you can know a little bit about this wonderful person, Ros Schulte. My friend. I think it’s ironic that this is happening just shy of Memorial Day, but I hope you will think of her this day. Fly a flag or something. I don’t know. I’ve never lost anyone who was this close to me in my life — someone who was a fixture, who I counted on to be there everyday — so I don’t know how to handle this stuff. But I do know that many of the people in my unit have been writing back to their family and friends about Ros. And I figured since she and I were the closest, I should do the same too. And you should honor her, because she was my friend.

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May. 23, 2009 at 3:42 PM


A life well chosen, well lived and well loved.

God, like a good father, chooses only the best of everything to take home to His family. It sounds like Ros was one of those best things taken home to His family. I grieve for your loss, even though I did not know Ros, I feel like I know some about you, and you are in pain, so I grieve. If you don't mind, I'd like to add You, your '06 family and Ros's friends and unit members to our prayers on Sunday, we are a small group, but mighty in prayer. Be safe in your travels, and in your thoughts.   kim

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by Member on May. 25, 2009 at 11:13 AM

Bless you and your family, you are in my prayers. God must have needed another angel and it sounds like ha has a very special one.

by Member on May. 25, 2009 at 12:15 PM

God will keep her close... blessings and prayers go out for her family and friends. 

Anna - I was in your shoes just a couple of months ago... it's a hard road to travel.  We lost my older son's best friend, Peter Courcy.   My son was his best man and the Godfather to his only child, a little b0y that was 5 months old when his father was KIA by a suicude bomber in Afghanistan. 

My husband is a Zoo grad - class of 1980.  My son was in the Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M... I understand the comraderie and how close everyone becomes.  It is also that way in most units of the military.  Your buddies and thier families become your own... when I see a soldier in uniform, somehow they transpose into my child - one of my own - one of our own... it is incredible how that happens.

Today as we remember not only those who gave the ultimate sacrifice and their families, but those that continue to fight and the families that await the safe return of thier loved ones. All American heroes and the TRUE American Idols! 


God Bless America!



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