In Memory of a Fallen Soldier
I was playing some WoW last night and having some fun, when my wife said, "Asbury Hawn, why does that name sound familiar?" She said, "Wasn't your friend's name Hawn from the Guard?" I said yes, but I couldn't remember his first name. Apparently Asbury Hawn among other soldiers had died in Iraq last year. So she asked me how his name was spelled and did a google search. This whole time I was still playing and running the name through my head, Asbury Hawn. Then she says, "Oh my God", and I look over at her laptop screen and see none other then Hawn.
In the military everyone was known by their last names, and even when you get to know someone well you still called each other by rank and last name. That's how the rank system and military life worked. Then it came back to me, Fred, Fred Hawn. Last I saw of Fred was in 2001 when I was getting out of the Guard. Fred was having medical problems from his time in active duty and was trying to get out on a Medical Discharge, but the unit higher ups didn't like Fred too much and didn't really want to work with him. We had both transferred from the Gallatin unit, Lima Troop 3/278th Cavalry to Kilo Troop, to earn our Sergeant E-5 stripes. However, old Fred wasn't up to it anymore he was ready to get out or so I thought. He was recently married and was expecting a second child on the way. I was married for 4 years and my wife and family were worried for my welfare.
I was offered some things here and there to get me to stay, but the military life had lost it's luster to me and so I got out. I just assumed Fred would have done the same thing. I was wrong.
I first met Fred in Gallatin on my first day of reporting into Guard duty, after having been honorably discharged from active duty. I went into the Army with a vision of how it worked, based upon some of the things I saw in movies and what my dad told me. But I soon found I was mislead, todays Army consisted of street punks that had a choice between jail or the Army. Or country rednecks with their white supremist views that band together to influence things their way, and just a bunch of spoil brats that never learned to respect others. This was not what compromise the entire Army, but there was enough of it to turn my stomach. I got out of active duty and finished my 8 year term in the Tennessee Guard not knowing if I would be able to get back into civilian life with out problems. I found that the civilian life suited me after 4 years of active duty, that was another reason I left the Guard.
Anyway I met Hawn in Gallatin's Lima Troop, and we hit it off from the start. Mainly because we knew no one else there and we had both come from the same active duty unit, 2nd ACR in Ft. Polk Louisiana. He was in 3rd Squadron and I was in 2nd Squadron. He was in Haiti the first half of '94 and my unit arrived there to replace his in the latter half of '94. Fred wasn't the type of guy that everyone just came up to and made friends with. He wasn't very athletic or outgoing, so he really didn't make too many friends in that unit other than myself or Greene. I can't remember Greene's first name, which is a shame since he, Fred and I spent much time together. Fred was a real nice guy, but most people never gave him a chance because he wasn't as outgoing or up to par with the modern day slang.
I remember the first time I met his wife, I believe they were dating then. She had a child from a previous marriage, gosh I can't even remember if that was correct, who was about 6 when I met him. He loved that little boy, and oddly enough the kid had coke bottle glasses just like Freds, lol. The boy called him daddy, which really impressed me. Here was a step child and he apparently showed that child enough love to be honored by that name. Even my wife said she thought he was a little weird when she first met him at the Guard family day event we attended, but she also remembered that he went out of his way to make her feel comfortable in a strange surrounding like the Guard hall. She remembered that some of those guys just looked mean and untrustworthy and she felt uncomfortable, but Fred made her feel better about being there. Made her feel safe. That was the kind of guy he was, he was a good man when you get to know him.
My wife read to me the story about him from a website called Iraq War Heroes, a wonderful site I thank you from the bottom of my heart, about what happened and some comments from his family.
Iraq War Heroes
Then it all came back to me, all the stupid jokes and pranks he'd pulled. We were always having fun. I never could understand why the Seargent's in charge never liked him, but then I realized that he didn't care to put up a facade to fit in. He was there to do a job, not to just hang with his buddies. Even though we always had a good time. Another reason also was that he wasn't the most knowledgeable of Scouts, but he was no slouch to learn what he had missed out on either.
We were both active duty 19 Delta Cavalry Scouts, but he got injured and was transferred to a headquarters unit to drive supply trucks. While I spent my 4 years ground pounding and doing recon in the swamps of Louisiana. So I think many of the Seargent's didn't feel that he deserved to be there because of that. But what did they know, their unit was initially a Tank brigade before becoming Cavalry. They had to learn to become real Scouts so they were kind of depending on people like Fred and myself for knowledge. We don't call Tankers DATs for nothing, Dumb Ass Tankers, so true to form they never gave Fred a chance. But it seems that he earned some respect from them finally and made his Staff Sergeant E-6, I'm proud of him and proud to have known him. I just wish I had known about his death and funeral so that I could have been there to offer my condolences and support to his family.
Here's to you Sergeant Fred (Asbury) Hawn, a wonderful father and husband, a good friend and a great Scout. God bless you and your loved ones.
(What is a Cavalry Scout?)



