Vincent A Madero

Vincent A Madero

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U.S. Army
BALAD, IRAQ 10/17/2007

Vincent Madero had only been married for 6 months when he was killed.  “He was so quiet, he seemed really mysterious,” his wife Ellen said about their first meeting. “I knew I wanted to get to know him.”

After some time the two began dating. Vincent brought stability to the life of Ellen and her now 3-year-old son Jamie, who called him “da da.” Vincent talked about adopting the boy in the future.“He taught us so many things,” Ellen said. “He taught us how to do things right.”

In late 2005, Vincent was sent to Iraq for what became a 16-month tour of duty. The couple kept in touch online, with phone calls and by exchanging a journal in which they wrote notes to each other. When he returned to the United States earlier this year, he asked Ellen to marry him at a special place off the highway near the Salcha River. She accepted, and the two were wed in a small ceremony in March. It was around that time that Ellen had Vincent’s name tattooed on her stomach. Vincent had her initials tattooed on his left hand.

“He told me that every time he checked the time, he’d be reminded of me,” she said.

Vincent had many hobbies but mostly he enjoyed mechanics, camping, photography, art work, and he couldn’t survive without his music. He had every CD you could ever think of. Vincent would go out of his way to help anybody. He devoted his time to making others happy and staying on top of things. Vincent was very responsible and he loved taking care of his family. He always had a smile on his face.

Vincent was a leader; he was one of a kind. He brought so much joy in his short lifetime and he will be missed dearly. He used to say to his family: “When you feel alone, look at the spaces between your fingers, remember that in those spaces you can see my fingers.”

Madero’s sister, Cassey Penn, said her brother kept in touch through e-mail, but there were times when he was so busy he couldn’t write. To check to see if he was OK, she and her brother would look at the login date on his MySpace page. He last signed on to it the day he died. His family said he didn’t talk much about the war but did not seem to have any trepidation about returning to Iraq.

“He told me he wanted to go back so he could help the younger guys,” his sister said.

Madero had trained as an artillery spotter. He had previously served in a Stryker Brigade and was manning a turret gun when the Humvee he was riding in was hit Oct. 17. It was his day off, but he volunteered to go back out.

Though he grew up in California, Vincent was fond of Alaska. He talked about getting a house with Ellen in North Pole, and eventually becoming an Alaska State Trooper or a firefighter in the state. Before his scheduled redeployment in August, Ellen and Vincent went out on a boat in Stevens Village where Ellen was born. A friend told him to remember the experience whenever he faced something difficult in Iraq.

“I remember he always called and talked about that,” Ellen said.

Vincent’s portrait is also located on Poster 4


One Response to “Vincent A Madero”
  1. Sybil Madero says:

    I have so many beautiful memories of my beloved son Vincent. I can see his fathers eyes when I look at Vince’s portrait. His eyes, like his Fathers, tell me of the wonder and excitement when I told Blas we were going to born a son. This precious baby boy grew to become his Fathers best friend. They were always together,off on some adventure;fishing or bow hunting.The two found a bond that only Fathers and sons share. Vincents eyes were so lightly shaded brown with sparkling gold specks.They beamed the love of life and amazement of this world with all it had to offer to this innocent young boy. He was the youngest of 2 other siblings. His eldest brother Daniel who often would try and help Vince understand the consequences of his choices. Casey was Vince’s adored sister. They had been close playmates,always laughing and filling our lives with joy. Vincent’s eyes would speak for him as he grew older. He would often remain so silent, so undaunted. His world opened up and showed him things I had prayed he would never have to see or experience. 911 changed Vincents life as a teen. He had helped his sister remain calm as they both watched the tumbling towers on the television together;they were both in shock. He called me at work to tell me she could not stop crying. We all cried that night. I had called him my Honey Bunny as a toddler. When he was a teen I called him Eagle eyes because he could spot and find any missing object,small or large, that Mothers often lose. Vince needed his Eagle eye’s to help him spot danger as he rode in the turret of the Humvee during his first tour in Iraq. We will never forget his beautiful eyes as we look upon his portrait. It is breath taking, capturing his life, frozen in time. Our Love endures. Our loss,the grief cannot take away the stories and the memories captured in Vincent’s eyes.

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