Lance Cpl. Zachary D. Smith

 Lance Cpl. Zachary D. Smith, 19, of Hornell, N.Y. died Jan. 24 while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan. Smith was assigned to 1st Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, N.C.

In the attack around 11 a.m. Afghanistan time, Smith was hit by shrapnel in the head, said Smith's cousin, Ann Rudd. His family was notified about nine hours later, at 11:30 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. By Saturday evening Eastern time, Smith was at a trauma center in Kandahar. He was later sent to an air base in Bagram and then on to Germany by Monday morning. Rudd said Smith, 25, died Tuesday afternoon. He donated his organs, a final selfless act that Rudd said he always proudly said he would do. "Frederick 's lost a very good human being, it's just so hard to see," Rudd said. "He was the best of us." Rudd recalled how fun it was to watch Smith at his sister Kristen Forse's wedding last summer. Smith, Forse, and their brother Daniel took over the dance floor and had everyone laughing, she said. "I just keep thinking of all his dance moves and how funny he was and how close those three siblings were," Rudd said. Smith wrestled and played lacrosse and soccer at Frederick High, his friends said. He joined the Marine Corps in December 2003 and served a tour of duty in Iraq in 2006, Forse said. Smith was attending East Carolina University in Greenville, N.C. "No one could ever find a bad word to say about him," Caitlin Barton, who grew up with Smith and attended church and school with him, wrote in a Facebook message on Monday. "He is an amazing person with such a spirit about him that you can't help but love David. He loves what he does, he loves being a Marine, but he also loves being a son, a brother, a uncle, and a friend to many."

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Marine Saluting Courtesy Sgt Michal S. Williams





FORGOTTEN WARRIOR
He lives alone In the hills and the trees
He bares his soul To the cool mountain breeze
He talks to the Spirit He listens to the Wind
They shield him from memories Buried deep within
The world has forgotten The sacrifice he made
The scars he bears remind him Of the high price he paid
Freedom is not given But with blood it has been bought
By warriors such as he And by the wars they fought
We can't forget our warriors Or let them die in vain
But with respect and honor We can help to ease their pain
Our Freedom will be taken If no one will defend
God bless our Forgotten Warriors Who live to fight again.
-Unknown-


God and the soldier all men adore
in times of trouble, but no more.
For when war is ended and all things righted,
God is neglected, the old soldier slighted.