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SSgt Matt Maupin

Matt Maupin was a young man who grew up in the midwest with the typical dreams and aspirations of any other young man standing on the cusp of adulthood. He wanted to get a college education, drive his car, hang out with his friends. But Matt made a decision to serve his country first. He enlisted, trained and was deployed to Iraq. In the course of his service, his outfit was attacked by insurgents and he was taken hostage. Extraordinary circumstances brought this humble soldier into the hearts of many of his fellow countrymen. Extraordinary effort by his brothers in arms tell of the special bond that drove them to search for Matt for four very long years. And the extraordinary love of family and friends keep Matt's story alive with continued support of our military serving in harm's way. On this page you will find stories of Matt, who he was and what he meant to those who knew and loved him. To the right is a list of web links that you might also find interesting. Please let us know what you think in our guestbook and thanks for coming to visit.

Remember My Face
Written by Keith Maupin   
Thursday, March 03, 2011 11:43 PM
This poem was written for Matt.  We have read it a few times in the events we attended during the time Matt was missing. 

Remember My Face

Written Saturday, May 28, 2005

It’s been a long time now I can’t help but feel
My life is over, is this all really real?
I’ve been a prisoner for such a long time,
"No one left behind", was that just a line?
They beat and threaten my life with a shiv,
Name, rank and serial number, that’s all I give.

Does anyone even remember my name?
Or am I a soldier and prisoner of little fame;
How much longer will I be held in this place?
My name is Matt, do you remember my face?
I’m an American soldier, who willingly served,
I can’t help but think this is so underserved.
Have I been abandoned in this horrible place?
Will I die and disappear without leaving a trace;

What about my buddies, who fought at my side,
Are they still fighting, has the war turned the tide;
Will they come for me and free me from this fate,
Or will I die in the place, a victim of fanatical hate?
The country I love and served with such pride
Has it turned its back on me now, has it lied?
Please don’t leave me behind; it would be a disgrace,
My name is Matt Maupin, please remember my face.
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