Where to start. I never thought id be posting the story of meeting my husband here. It has been a heartbreaking two weeks. On August 7th 2007 i met David online. I went to his house to watch a movie but we ended up talking most the night, we clicked. There was something there and we both knew it. Within a few days he asked me to move in with him. On August 10th my sister in law drove me to his house in Lawton, Ok and dropped me and my 4 kids off. We hit it off. We had an amazing relationship with all the curves and hard spots that come about. In October of 07 we got pregnant while on birth control, i lost the baby and it hurt. We decided to stop the birth control and try again.
In January of 08 David had just gotten off CQ duty and came home and went to sleep, i took a pregnancy test and it was positive so i woke him up and showed him the test and he was half asleep and said he didn’t see anything and he was going back to sleep. That was about 1pm. At around 430pm he woke up and jumped out of bed and rushed into the livingroom and asked to see the test again, i showed him. He was so excited apologized for not seeing it earlier because he was asleep. We were so happy, preparing for our child. We wanted more after that one to, but that never happened. On September 5th David had CQ duty again, i was contracting on and off all day and he got off on the 6th and went to get some sleep. After a few hours we got up and headed to the hospital where they admitted me. She took her sweet time, after 27 hours of labor we got our beautiful little girl Liberty, she looked just like her daddy and was daddy’s little girl. We spent the next few months together and happy then we got our orders to PCS to Fort Carson, Co. They in-processed him and said he couldn’t go to the unit he was assinged to because he has alot of dwell time. They sent him to the 32nd Transportation unit and told him they were deploying in April. We got to Carson in Jan and spent our time as a family trying not to think about the impending deployment.
The night before he left for Afghanistan we stayed up late, we cried together talked about how much we would miss each other. Neither of us knew he would never make it home. The first 5 months of the deployment seemed to fly by, we were so excited he was flying home on September 23rd and we were going to spend 14 days as a family laughing and hugging and holding each other. We wanted another baby so bad, we were both hoping for a Jacob. I talked to him last on my oldest daughters 8th birthday, he then said he was really tired and needed to sleep, but he would get online as soon as he woke up. He didn’t get on, i tried texting, tried to call him. I was so upset and angry that he didnt get back online. Never did it even begin to occur to me that he didnt get back online because he was already gone.
I woke up Saturday the 19th of September 2009 and felt a black cloud over my head, and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and i couldn’t shake it. I tried to call him again about 10:30am the 19th my time. It would have been 9pm the 19th his time when i called, no answer. I made it through the day, put the kids to bed and then tried my best to study for an exam i needed to take in my Psychology class, i finished up reading the chapter at about 920pm that night and was ready to go to bed. I heard a knock at the door, 927pm Sept 19 2009. I thought to myself who in the world is here this late. I went to the door and opened it to see two soldiers in Class A’s, i just looked at them thinking why are they here?? What do they want?? It didn’t sink in right away, then they started to talk. They asked if i was Devon Davis wife to Sgt David A. Davis. I said yes, they asked to come in. I told them yes, They walked into my house and kept asking to go to the kitchen to talk since our 1 year old Liberty was in her pack n play. I said no the living room is fine. He said would you please sit down.I think this is when i lost it, I was shaking, so hard. I just kept saying No No No just tell me he is hurt, just hurt. He cant be gone, I can deal with hurt I cant deal with gone. He said ” I am sorry to inform you…………. those words would haunt me for life, but i draw a blank and cant remember what they said after that ” my neighbors were all sitting outside their houses like they always did on the weekends, they say they heard me scream. I don’t remember. They asked me if i had anyone to call and i picked up my phone and called everyone i could think of. The care team showed up and i just kept thinking, i was going to train for this, i never got the chance. I never dreamed they would be here for me.
I didnt get to go to Dover to pick up his body, someone read the wrong paper and by the time they found out when he was coming in there were no flights. I made it through the first few days, i don’t know how. I cried alot, i threw up alot. I picked myself up and went to the ER at some point, told them i needed something i couldnt stop throwing up. They asked if i thought i was pregnant, i broke down down crying and told them no. Then my friend Megan showed up. When i went to triage she told them what happened. On Thursday the 24th i made the trip to Dalhart, Texas his hometown, they were flying him in the next morning to the local airfield. There were people everywhere, i didn’t see them though, not until we left and headed for the funeral home. I watched as they pulled his flag draped casket from the plane and just couldn’t imagine my husband in that box. The streets on the 5 mile trip from the airport to the funeral home were lined with people, holding flags, standing and watching. I remember feeling proud of him, he got a hero’s welcome all while being angry at everyone for being there, I felt like I had to be strong and not cry in front of all the camera’s. We made it to the funeral home where they got him ready. They gave me his wedding ring, i put it on and haven’t taken it off yet. They said i could go in and see him, his face was still wrapped up but i saw his uniform. I had the ring, but it didn’t sink in that it was him until they unwrapped his face. I sat over the course of the next few days for hours talking to him before and after the funeral. The funeral was Sat 26th 2009 and again the whole town showed up. Small town America really pulls together for their own.
I sat during the funeral with his casket just feet away looking from that to the pictures and begging him to walk into the room. I would close my eyes in that little room back at the funeral home looking at him and open them willing him to wake up, willing him to talk, tell me this was not happening. I didn’t lose it until they handed me the flag at the funeral. I sat watching them fold that flag all the while thinking where is David, he would tell them they weren’t doing it right. He was cremated on Monday the 28th and they gave me his urn on the 29th and we headed home to Colorado with daddy, but instead of him driving he was sitting on the seat beside me in a box. It has been 1 week and 6 days since the day they knocked. Since the day my world stopped turning and my heart broke into a million tiny pieces. I want him back, the what if’s kill me. I don’t know if it would be any easier to handle if he had of been killed on mission, it just tears me up that he was asleep in his bed in the barracks. It kills me that the missile never should have made it that far. I think about what i could do or could have done for him to still be alive. Maybe if the phone had of woken him up he would have gone outside because he “needed a smoke”. I will hold him close in my heart, forever. No matter where my life takes, no matter what happens.
And one day, my one last wish would be to see him again, to hold him, to touch him and smell him. I miss him so much.
Devon Davis Proud Widow of Sgt. David Alan Davis KIA 09-19-09
Audrianna, Tristan, Dustin, Montana, Dylan and Liberty will forever miss Daddy.