With the Nation at war, it has become common for reporters to cover countless soldier homecomings, vigils, and send-offs. It was on Sunday, June 19, 2005 that I met with the loved ones of a dead soldier for the first time. Erik Heldt from the small town of Hermann, Missouri had become an American hero and now his family wanted to talk to the country.
Six camera crews from Mid-Missouri and St. Louis gathered at St. Paul’s Lutheran Church where the family would meet with us. It was the church where Erik married his wife Crystal about two years prior. The old brick building overlooks the Missouri River and the aging but quite majestic iron bridge that crosses “big muddy” into town. The carpet is dark red and the stained glass windows bear religious phrases in German. The Sunday service was over and we had the whole place to ourselves. I could not help but look above at the wood beams holding the roof and the large cross cascading above the sanctuary.
Erik’s brothers, Matt and Chris, spoke on the family’s behalf. First they gave us several pictures of their brother, who died near the Iraqi city of Ramadi. The first picture was Erik’s stoic, official Marine portrait. I didn’t think it very flattering. The phrase “stiff upper lip” came to mind. But the wedding picture entranced me. Erik was in uniform and wore a broad smile. In the picture, he was standing only a few feet away from where I was kneeling at that very moment. Then there was one photo of Erik with his wife and daughter, and another with his two big brothers - they were all athletic, light eyed men. I felt a needed to study each picture carefully as a way to thank him for his sacrifice and let the family know I cared.
It was tough for Matt to talk about his baby brother. The family preacher told us not to even “dare” ask family members how they were feeling because the answer was obvious. If we did, he promised to “kick us out” of his church without hesitation. We took the warning very seriously. “I hope nobody ever has to feel the pain we are feeling,” Matt said. Of course, by that time, more than a thousand American families had experienced that pain. Matt said it helped to know the town had joined them in mourning. He told us that a few moments after getting word of his brother’s death, he got another call from a town leader announcing that all flags in Hermann were at half-staff. Yellow ribbons immediately went up on flagpoles around area. A church service was quickly organized and plans to memorialize Erik began. “I cannot think of a better tribute than that,” Matt said with his eyes red and watering.
Erik was on his second tour of duty when he died and the military had already informed him that he would be back for a third. His brothers say he wanted to be a diesel mechanic and a football coach. “He was very active in school football,” Matt said. “He was a member of the best team that has ever come through Hermann.” Now, former teammates were planning to name the town’s new high school field after Erik. A monument would also be built there. That evening I wrote in my story that the lights would keep shining on Erik just like they did in his teens.
Matt and Chris described their little brother as, “the referee” between them in their youth. “He always stood up for the little guy,” they said. It was one of the reasons he was in Iraq. He joined the Marines after the September 11 attacks. He joined expecting to go to into combat. Erik had a choice between the Army and the Marines but chose the latter because he felt it would allow him to do more for his country. “He paid the ultimate price so we could go to church and see our kids. He did it because he thought it was the right thing to do,” Matt said. While the nation debated whether fighting the war in Iraq was the right thing to do, Erik knew that serving his country was. Us reporters didn’t ask the family if they were supporters of the war. That didn’t matter; this was about their brother.
Whether or not the American invasion of Iraq was right, their brother’s service was honorable. And Erik’s name would be engraved in stone somewhere in Hermann just like his grandfather, who fought and died in World War Two. To me, such American immortals are examples of how there is always a duty bigger than ourselves and how there are still those willing to sacrifice for some undefined good.