Friends of Naval Academy alum killed in DCA plane crash remember him as ‘patriot'
ARLINGTON, Va. () — Brian Ellis, a U.S. Naval Academy alumnus and retired Marine Corps officer, was among the 67 people killed in the American Airlines and Black Hawk helicopter collision on Jan. 29.
'How great of a guy, a man, a father, a Marine and I would say you know of course a Patriot,' said Bob Kuberski.
Ellis was on American Airlines flight 5342 and was on his way back home to Charlottesville.
The Navy Football Brotherhood said it is grieving after the death of Ellis, adding that what makes this tragedy even more heartbreaking is the fact that Ellis served as a helicopter pilot during his time in the Marine Corps.
'It just is extremely ironic that Brian was a very capable Marine Corps helicopter aviator and his demise, you know, being tied to an aircraft mishap with a helicopter,' said Kuberski. 'Everyone is just scratching their head and it's just the why.'
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U.S. Naval Academy alum Bob Kuberski said he remembers Ellis, who was his Navy football teammate and friend, as someone who was very level-headed.
'Brian was always that calm cool collected presence very steady but always would crack a smile,' said Kuberski.
Ellis attended the U.S. Naval Academy from 1989 to 1993. He leaves behind a wife and two sons.
'I hope that when the dust settles at the end of the day for them they can look back on their father's you know legacy,' said Kuberski.
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James shifts nervously from one foot to the other, sweat glistening on his forehead and his muscles tense. A smiling intern approaches with a flag pin intent on thanking him for his military service whether he likes it or not. That's when he bolts for the door. I take off after him; there's no way I'm letting him tear onto the highway with his nervous system flashing red. Visions of a high-speed collision flash in my mind as I jog through the parking lot trying to catch him. Earlier that morning, I noticed James standing apart from the milling crowd gathered for a workshop on terminally ill veterans who have 'combat-related psychological challenges' like post-traumatic stress disorder, moral injury and complicated bereavement. With his straight back and hair cut in the style of a Marine, James was a stark contrast to the business card-exchanging group of social workers and psychologists with whom I'd been chatting. I had gone over and struck up a conversation. He'd told me he worked for a 'street program' focused on helping veterans struggling with drugs, homelessness and issues like depression, suicidal thoughts and PTSD. He'd recently applied to graduate schools with a vision of becoming a psychologist. 'I want to be there for my Iraq War brothers and sisters,' he'd said. 'We were all betrayed, every one of us. Moral injury and PTSD, that's just the tip of the iceberg.' 'Betrayed by who?' I'd asked. 'Politicians, military brass, the majority of people in this country who don't give a shit what really happened to me and my buddies and who don't want to hear about it.' He'd stared into my eyes as though expecting me to be uncomfortable with his candor. 'I've heard that from lots of vets,' I'd said, nodding. 'Not just the ones who fought in Iraq; going way back.' 'That's the dirty little secret about war,' he'd said, extending his hand. 'It's always an act of betrayal.' Later, we'd grabbed seats together at a table with three others. The trainer started with moral injury ― what it is, what it looks like, why it matters. He played poignant excerpts from recorded interviews of veterans talking about the psychologically and spiritually painful impact of witnessing or committing actions that violated their sense of morality or that had shattered their trust in those they'd relied on to act in their best interest. The trouble had started after lunch when the trainer asked attendees who were veterans to raise their hands. A half-dozen or so complied, but James hesitated. I'd given him a nod and whispered, 'You don't have to do this if you don't want to.' He gave a forced smile and raised his hand. Then the trainer asked the veterans to stand and announced that an intern would be making rounds with a box of flag pins. James had quickly sized up the well-intentioned ritual coming his way. The trainer would speak directly to each veteran, asking them what branch they'd been in and where they had been stationed. Then he would thank each of them for their 'service' while the intern pinned a flag to their shirt and the audience clapped. Sweating profusely, James had scanned the room looking for the nearest exit and anything or anyone that might get in his way. That's when he'd bolted. 'James,' I call out as he unlocks a beat-up Ford Mustang. He doesn't respond as he flings the door open and fumbles with the seatbelt, his hands shaking. I step between the open door and the car's frame. I know it's tricky, maybe even dangerous, getting in his space when he's feeling threatened, but I'm determined to help him settle before he revs the engine. 'Five minutes,' I say holding up five fingers. 'Just give me five, James. After that you can forget you ever met me.' His respirations are rapid. I take a deep breath, trying to cue him to do the same. He taps the steering wheel rapidly with one of his fists as though thinking, then motions to the passenger seat. 'Clock's ticking,' he says. I sit in the passenger seat, leaving the door open. We stare ahead avoiding eye contact. I wait for him to speak. 'Service,' he finally says. 'They have no idea.' He lowers his head. 'They call what happened over there service? Do they think we were serving fucking French fries? What I saw, what I did. What my buddies did. What we had done to us. It wasn't any kind of service. It was pure hell and I'm still living it. Now they want to pat me on the head and jab me with a cheap flag pin?' 'You're right,' I respond. 'They have no idea.' 'They don't want to know,' he shoots back. 'They want us all to shut the hell up and go along so they don't have to take any responsibility themselves. Didn't I tell you we were all betrayed? It never stops.' He gives me a sad look. 'I watched friends get their guts blown out. You ever seen bodies of women and kids splattered across the ground knowing you and your buddies are the ones who did it?' I shake my head silently. He grips his steering wheel so tightly the sinews in his forearms look like tightened cables. 'Service,' he says with acid sarcasm. His face softens and tears well in his eyes. 'How can they start in with the flag pins without even asking me what my experience was? It's like they're trying to push a lie down my throat.' 'What lie?' I ask. He looks up as though searching for words. 'That whatever we do is some kind of service to humanity. That we never commit atrocities and cover them up; that we're always helping the weak and protecting democracy. I found out fast we were killing and getting killed for money and power.' 'What's it like having people thanking you for your service everywhere you go, James?' He shakes his head as though I wouldn't understand. I remain silent, giving him time to either respond or switch the subject. 'You know what it's like?' he finally says. 'You might think this is an exaggeration but you asked. It's an act of violence.' 'Help me understand that one,' I say. 'Imagine you're hurting like hell and all you want to do is tell your friends and family what happened, hoping they'll understand, hoping maybe they'll tell you they're sorry about what you had to go through and reassure you that you're not some kind of monster. But all they do is pretend what you did was great and parrot a bunch of lame horse shit about being a hero. It's like you're being choked to death from the inside and you look to others for help and they just smile and look away.' 'Psychological and emotional violence,' I say. He nods. I look at the clock and mention that it's been five minutes. 'You kept your part of the deal, James. I've got time if you want to talk more but I want to keep my end. It's your call.' His hands are steady now and his breathing is normal. 'Thanks for coming after me. I'm good now.' He reaches out his hand. He squeezes mine tight and says, 'Thanks for not thanking me for my service when we met.' I nod. 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Some struggled with explosive tempers, anxiety or depression related to the scars of war; others with emotional numbness, alcohol and/or drug addictions, or feeling disconnected from others. Some had polished up a handful of well-rehearsed war stories sanitized of blood, gore or moral ambiguity, which they'd offered family and friends so as not to upset them. Others simply kept quiet. But as death approaches, it can claw up stories and memories that have been suppressed. These memories can be fragmented and poignant with details of war's horror ― the smell of burning bodies, the eyes of a dead buddy gazing up at the sky, the numb immersion day after day after day in violence, killing and death. Sometimes they are laced with moral pain and shame ― the killing of civilians, lifeless bodies of 'the enemy' being desecrated in the rage of a battle's aftermath. As I walk back to the training, I think about a B-17 pilot who participated in bombing raids during World War II intended to incinerate German cities. The point had been to kill every man, woman and child ― every dog and flea unlucky enough to be on the ground. He'd done his duty and returned from war assured that he'd helped save the world from fascism. But humans, despite misguided notions about war being part of the 'human condition,' are not wired to kill each other however just the cause may seem. As an old man, he was haunted by the belief that he was a mass murderer. He was convinced he was going to go to hell after he died and there he'd feel the kind of fiery torture he believed he'd inflicted on others. Like James, he had winced at reflexive expressions of thanks for his 'service.' The message he heard was: W e believe that you were performing a service, standing up for freedom, protecting the weak, saving democracy. You're a hero. 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In an institution that reveres authentic leadership, Ruiz holds a high standing among many, including Hundley, who said that he was at once "amazed, shocked, and terrified" to see Ruiz walk in — he hadn't expected such a senior leader to actually show up. Ruiz presented the class with their graduation certificates and spoke briefly with Hundley afterward. "That the Sergeant Major is taking time out of his day, and out of his schedule just to come and see us," Hundley said. "It was an amazing feeling because it shows how much he cares." "He most definitely fosters this idea of care for everyone in the Marine Corps," regardless of rank Hundley said of Ruiz. "And I think that's an amazing leadership trait that anyone can have, having the humility to realize that we're all people and that we all have our own important things that we can offer up." 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