“No man is an island, entire of itself. Any man’s death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee”
- John Donne
I first met SGT Arnold Duplantier II a few years back, in a sandy desert hundreds of miles south of here. At the time our company was tasked with securing the Patriot missile batteries sprinkled across the Kuwaiti desert, each platoon assigned to an individual battery. Every so often I would get the chance to visit the other platoons, and it was on one of these random visits that I first bumped into a young soldier with a smile as broad as a barn door. I was stopped at the entry control point for a vehicle inspection, and while my vehicle was being inspected SGT Duplantier rattled off a joke that left my sides aching. That was what I remember most about SGT Duplantier – that wide, easy grin and infectious sense of humor.
This time around I didn’t see much of SGT Duplantier. Every so often I’d see him laughing and joking in the DFAC with his troops, but that was it.
I won’t ever see have the chance to hear SGT Duplantier tell another joke because yesterday a sniper took his life. That lone bullet didn’t just kill a good man – it wounded and scarred every man lucky enough to know him.


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