CPO Christian Michael Pike passes

| March 17, 2017

According to the San Diego Union Tribune, Chief Petty Officer Christian Michael Pike, assigned to a Coronado-based Navy unit, died of his injuries from a fire fight in Afghanistan. He was being treated for those injuries after he was evacuated to Landstuhl Hospital in Germany.

His mother, Diana Pike, posted on Facebook that Pike was shot in the head during a firefight, suffering immediate brain death. She wrote that he was part of a five-man team fighting 16 to 18 enemy troops. Despite a 10-hour battle, Pike received life-saving measures from teammate Ben Pitassi, and was evacuated by helicopter to Germany. About half of the combatants who attacked U.S. forces were killed in the battle, Pike wrote.

“Christian was so proud to be a Navy Chief with the SW Special Ops group and he was living honorably a life he chose. He wouldn’t have it any other way and neither would I,” Diana Pike wrote. “Christian lived every day, fully and with joy in his heart. He was beautiful, compassionate, honorable, happy and he loved his friends, family, and Navy brothers and sisters with all his heart.”

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ChipNASA

Ma’am,
I and the world are worse off for the loss of your son.
My condolences for you and your entire family.

desert

Amen! Fair winds and following seas Chief! Rest in the arms of the Lord!

IDC SARC

RIP

Combat Historian

Rest in Peace, Warrior…

Kevin

RIP Sailor

2banana

Next time just bomb on coordinate with B52s on the place…

Deplorable B Woodman

Damn it got dusty here….
Fair winds and following seas, Chief.

SFC D

Prayers sent, Jameson’s will be raised in gratitude that such men live.

UpNorth

Rest in Peace, Sir. And, God bless his mom. Salute, mom.

HMC Ret

Rest in Peace, Chief.

Graybeard

May God’s peace fill and surround CPO Pike’s noble mother.

Thank you, Ma’am, for raising a good man.

Eden

Amen. I pray I never join the ranks of Gold Star Mothers.

MustangCryppie

Rest in peace, shipmate.

Ex-PH2

Fair winds and following seas, Chief.

Rb325th

Rest in Peace. God Bless him, his family, and Brothers in Arms.

Green Thumb

Rest well, Chief.

26Limabeans

Sorry for your loss Mom.
You raised a fine son, for all of us.

2/17 Air Cav

Nicely said.

Jorge

Hey guys, this is from 2013. I did not know Chris, but a lot of my friends do. RIP 🙁

CTIC(SS)(Ret)

Silentium Est Aureum

God speed, Chief.

Stephen McCartney

Our world will be a bit colder without you, Shipmate
Fair winds and following seas
You left us doing what you wanted to be doing.
God Bless you and your family

CAPT Bones

ALVO

Yes….damned dusty in here as well..
What an incredibly stong woman…Valhalla’s Door’s are thrown wide open for Chief Pike.

chooee lee

Fair winds and following seas. A life well lived.

CB Senior

Genuine Chief Petty Officer with Honor.

Not a fake so called honorable POS.
Take note Burntnuts. This is the REAL DEAL.

RIP Brother

Dennis Sulka

Rest In Peace Chief. I’ll raise a glass to you and your brothers.

Hondo

And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods

Rest in peace, CPO Pike.

May God comfort your surviving family, friends, and colleagues.

mr. sharkman

LXVII

And still his name sounds stirring
Unto the men of Rome,
As the trumpet-blast that cries to them
To charge the Volscian home;
And wives still pray to Juno
For boys with hearts as bold
As his who kept the bridge so well
In the brave days of old.

LXVIII

And in the nights of winter,
When the cold north winds blow,
And the long howling of the wolves
Is heard amidst the snow;
When round the lonely cottage
Roars loud the tempest’s din,
And the good logs of Algidus
Roar louder yet within;

LXIX

When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;
When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close;
When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;

LXX

When the goodman mends his armor,
And trims his helmet’s plume;
When the goodwife’s shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,
How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.

The Stranger

Fair Winds and Following Seas, Chief. We’ll see you on the other side.