Friday, May 27, 2011

Chief Warrant Officer Christopher Thibodeau

Chief Warrant Officer Christopher R. Thibodeau, aged 28, from Chesterland, Ohio, died on 26th May 2011 in Paktika province, Afghanistan, from injuries sustained when his helicopter crashed during combat operations. 

He served with the 1st Battalion, 4th Combat Aviation Brigade, based at Fort Hood, Texas.

CWO Thibodeau deployed to Afghanistan in July 2010, a few weeks after marrying his wife, LeeSandra. Among his many interests was brewing his own beer.



    For who are they that disappear into the darkened night?

    Where mountain tops linger in the absence of all light.

    For who are they that fly so high, and constantly beg for more?

    For they we are so proud to know, are the pilots of the sixty four.

    These brave souls fly where few men ever tread.

    Where enemy fighters hunker down among the rocky bed.

    They engage with hellfire missiles, and deploy their cannon well,

    And shoot those bastards as they hide, and send them straight to hell.

    And though they fear, and often swear they will never go again,

    They strap the system to their face and put the lights on dim.

    And you may ask, how can the see? What makes them safe this way?

    For the world the sixty four sees at night, is the infamous ten shades of grey!

    Chris' IP fromFort Rucker

  2. Your family and friends were all so very proud of you, Chris. You lived and died a hero.

  3. It doesn't get any more honorable than having a key important job- then sacrificing your own life for a fellow soldier. Rest in Peace Chief Thibodeau, you brought honor to your family and to our country.

  4. Impressions of a Pilot

    Flight is freedom in its purest form,
    To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;

    To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
    To feel the joy that swells within;

    To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
    And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;

    Then back to earth at the end of a day,
    Released from the tensions which melted away.

    Should my end come while I am in flight,
    Whether brightest day or darkest night;

    Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
    Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again;

    For each of us is created to die,
    And within me I know,
    I was born to fly.

    — Gary Claud Stokor

    Forever in Flight Chris!! I miss my brother...


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