This Memorial Day I’d like to remember my friend LTC Rocky Baragona.
Rocky was a West Point grad, an Ordnance/Logistics officer, a paratrooper and a profoundly gifted logistician. I served with him in the 82nd when we were both majors, he was the best airborne logistician I ever met, and he was always patient in training the new guy (me).
He was not tall, he never married, his uniform was often wrinkled, his boots were muddy in garrison and his incredibly dry sense of humor threw a lot of people.
But he would do anything before he let the paratroopers he supported go without food, water, ammo, serviceable gear or Level II medical/surgical care, right on the drop zone.
If you are a logistician in the 82nd, you train to jump into an airfield seizure with what we called the “Alpha Echelon.” Enough brigade-level supplies for 48 hours get heavy-dropped or CDSed in with you, along with a surgical team and surgical equipment suite. You can make fun of us loggies all you want, but in the 82nd we were right there in the dirt with the 11Bs, and Rocky was the best at it I ever knew.
Rocky’s battalion command was not in the 82nd, it was in a corps-level maintenance battalion.
Rocky died in Iraq, early on in OIF, not from enemy action, but from a contracted Kuwaiti 18 wheeler running over his command HMMWV while he was in it.
I highlight Rocky today not just because he was a friend, not just because he was awesome, but to also remind everyone that the military is a dangerous business no matter what you are doing, and dead is dead.
Rest in peace Rocky. All the way. Airborne. And thanks for the mentorship.