Welcome Home, John Robert Gallagher

| November 21, 2015

Welcome Home John Robert

Former Canadian soldier, John Robert Gallagher, was killed in Syria earlier this month while fighting with the Kurds against ISIS. The UK’s Daily Mail reports that his hometown, New London, Ontario, turned out in large numbers to welcome Gallagher on his last trip home;

Hundreds including firefighters, the local police force and supporters came out to pay their respects, as they lined overpasses while a hearse carrying Gallagher’s casket made its way along a major highway in Ontario known as the Highway of Heroes.

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His mother, Valerie Carder, was overwhelmed by everyone who came out to honor her son during his homecoming.

‘We’re very, very touched and we want to thank everyone very much,’ she told CTV News.

‘It’s such an honor for my son, and I hope that it can do some good in terms of bringing awareness to the situation that he went to try and help.’

John Robert

According to the article, Gallagher was shot at close range in a gun battle with ISIS troops with a 9mm pistol and bled to death as a result. The Kurds consider him a hero and a Kurdish martyr, I guess that’s tribute enough coming from an entire tribe of heroes.

Thanks to one of our ninjas for the link.

Category: Real Soldiers

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Just An Old Dog

Rest in peace warrior.

Sparks

Rest In Peace John Gallagher. You gave your best, then went to give more, then you gave your all. I wish I had had the honor of knowing you.

LIRight

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier’s tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.

—Joseph Rodman Drake

Poohbah, Lord High Everything Else

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— “In Flanders Fields,” LtCol John Macrae, MD

LIRight

Absolutely beautiful from a guy that barely passed HS English.

Green Thumb

This man fought alongside the Kurds.

Of/on his own volition.

Rest well, sir.

Skippy

Rest Well… Warrior!!!!

Jabatam

RIP Dude!