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In Memoriam |
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LCpl. Eric Heldt
1/5 commemorate gallant, Hermann, Mo., Marine
CAMP SNAKE PIT, AR RAMADI, Iraq(June 22, 2005) -- Marines and Sailors with 1st
Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment honored the falling of two of their fellow Charlie
brothers-in-arms Lance Cpl. Erik R. Heldt and Capt. John W. Maloney with a
memorial ceremony here at Company Cs base.
Heldt, a machine gunner with Company Cs Quick Reaction Force, Mobile 1, 4th Platoon,
was killed fighting terrorism in the city alongside his company commander, Maloney, the
evening of June 16 when an improvised explosive device exploded directly underneath their
Humvee.
Twenty-six-year-old Heldt from Hermann, Mo., and his platoon were conducting a mobile
patrol through a portion of their companys area of operations when the IED
detonated. The 1997 Hermann High School graduate was riding in the turret of the armored
vehicle manning his M2 .50 Caliber Machine Gun when he paid the ultimate price.
Six days after the his death, scores of fellow Marines packed Snake Pits small mess
hall, where even standing room was limited, to pay tribute to their late friends.
The infantry battalions chaplain, Navy Lt. Aaron T. Miller, started the service by
delivering the invocation. Then, Company Cs executive officer, 1st Lt. Latham E.
Fell, addressed the audience and spoke of his memories of the late warrior.
Heldt joined the Marine Corps when he was 24 and spent his last two years with
Charlie 1/5, deploying to Iraq twice, he said. I remember him as a mature
leader among his peers, and a man who could be counted on.
Company Cs first sergeant, 1st Sgt. Michael D. Brookman, followed with his
recollection of Heldt.
We here in Charlie Company knew him best as the comical Marine who possessed a
bright personality and upbeat attitude that made any situation better, said
Brookman. I remember his sly little smile. Often times when hed come back in
from being out on a late mission, hed be sweaty and tired looking and Id ask
him how he was doing. Hed give that slight smile of his and say, Im
alright, First Sergeant.
Brookman challenged those in attendance by saying, dont ever forget the man
that Heldt was.
A fellow machine gunner from Heldts platoon and close, personal friend, Lance Cpl.
Matthew C. Trigo, followed Brookman with his eulogy. He stood before the crowd with tears
streaming down his face as he read a letter hed wrote for Heldts widow,
Crystal.
He was loved by everyone, the 26-year-old from Mantica, Calif., said with
voice quivering. We could all take a lesson from Erik Heldt; the man, and the
Marine. He has been a light in so many of our lives.
Trigo continued to explain that Heldt was a man completely devoted to his wife. He
possessed a great sense of humor, a bright, upbeat personality and could make light of any
situation, no matter how tough.
Heldt never ceased to amaze me, he continued as he read another excerpt.
He would make our field operations and all-nighter missions seem more like camping
trips. He made those of us who served with him feel comfortable and welcome. He was
carefree but professional at the same time. He possessed a unique courage that allowed him
to be just the way he wanted to be, self-expressive and nonchalant.
Trigo said his late friend took great pride in being a machine gunner and relished
opportunities to pass on his knowledge to other Marines.
Heldt was a great mentor for our junior Marines, he explained. He would
always make them laugh with his playful charm while teaching them about the weapons
system. His approach wasnt one of the leadership traits, but it worked wonders for
our machine gun section. His style made him totally approachable.
As the ceremony concluded with the playing of Taps, everyone went before Heldts
memorial a warriors monument comprised of his Kevlar helmet, M-16, dog tags
and boots and paid their respects.
Here, Trigo reflected on his lost friend one last time as he stood in front of the
memorial and stared at his picture.
I will remember the time I had with Erik, he said. I will ever cherish
our dear friend and brother and eagerly await the next time we hangout together.