<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Time</strong>: June 26th 2009, (day after the incident) age 15<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Noone at the moment<br/><br/>The small section of the news paper, no larger then a baseball card, read 7 dead in iraq, followed by 3 scentences then the continuation on page C3. The main header of todays news paper read "King of Pop, Dead!' The paper trembled softly as hands trembled both from anger and nervousness.  It was a beautifully sunny summer day, birds chirpped and soft summer breeze blew the ragged hair of the 15 year old.  That 15 year old that should have been out and about with friends on a summer day.  That 15 year old should be chasing girls and playing football.  That 15 year old shouldnt be where he was, standing on the front porch area of the townhouse his military parents lived at.  He shouldnt have held blood shot eyes, both from tears and the tiredness that ensued from not being able to sleep, all do to a phone, a phone and a red car.<br/><br/>The phone had brought nothing but pain, and soon the red car, carting Lt. Jefferson Davis, a family friend and Tristyns fathers best of friends, came pulling into the drive way.  The story went as so,  the mission was slated to begin at 2200 hours and was issued to be an expedious infiltration of the enemy for data and knowledge.  Something seal team 14 should have been able to handle with ease, but what ensued changed all aspects of what was seen.  What was found hours later displayed a horrid site depicting Capt. Timothy Phoenix had taken his own life, after killing his brother soldiers in what looked like a bloody treason.<br/><br/>If one were there to actually witness the situation that unfolded they would find the trap had been so precisly set out that God himself would have never seen it coming.  With well placed gun postions and false information, Seal team 14 was lead into an onslaught masacre that claimed the lives of 7 good men. The enemy then, as an insult to america, as well as to destroy the moral of american soldiers all about, set about to make the scene look like an intentional murder suicide, lead by none other then their own captain, who happened to be Tristyns father. Yet noone would ever know, and sadly for all the Timothy Phoenix left behind, the world fell down around them.  Martha Phoenix turned to counciling and alcohol to sleep at night.  Soon the rumors spread at school<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"thats the freak whos father killed himself"</span></em>or<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"careful he may betray you like daddy did...."</span></em>.<br/><br/>So as Tristyn stood there reading the morning paper about to go for his morning jog like he always did, he stood frozen, unable to move, today hed miss his jog, most likely he would miss it tomorrow as well. The promise of the movies in 2 weeks just son and father, no longer an option, the promise of working on the 73 trans am when his father returned was just tossed out the window.  The birds continued to chirp, the sun continued to shine, the world kept turning, except Tristyn, transfixed in one spot, on one moment, the only thing that he could voice both mentaly and physicly was the word<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>"...why..."</em></span>. This day of all days, 7 soliders, 7 navy seals, 7 men, brothers, fathers, sons, 7 of them died.... so did the King of Pop.