Esprit de corps article

Canada’s military magazine Esprit de Corps, included several excerpts from Firefight in their July issue. It was a thrill to receive the magazine in the mail last week and the article is also available on the Esprit de Corps website.

Featured are three stories from the book including A Different Kind of Warfare (Bosnia), The People You Meet (Afghanistan) and A Girl in the Desert (Afghanistan).

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Media coverage of Firefight

I was interviewed by Chris Doucette of the Toronto Sun and John Moore (Moore in the Morning) of CFRB about my experiences and the stories featured in Firefight.


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(Listen from 17:46 – 25:11 minutes):

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Firefight, a Memoir by Rick Kurelo, CD

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Firefight is a compilation of Rick Kurelo’s personal accounts as a professional firefighter in Canada and as a Canadian Forces soldier in Afghanistan and Bosnia. Ninety-seven stories and forty-five photographs document Rick’s experiences at scenes of chaos and conflict, where he and his teams encounter one dangerous scenario after another. They convey the deadly tensions, pressures and risks that can arise at any moment, as well as the poignant human connections that often occur.

Firefight is a memoir that brings to life the human experience – the tragic, touching and humorous – that we all share.

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Excerpt: Coffee Break in Afghanistan


In honour of the 50th Anniversary of Tim Hortons®, I wanted to share this story from Firefight about how important our Timmies was to us while deployed in Afghanistan. The coffee was a comfort and the symbolism of Tim Hortons was even more important as it helped us remember our lives and loved ones back home in Canada.


“Anytime we could get it in Afghanistan, Tim Hortons coffee was our extra special treat. When I was at the main base, I was always amazed at the number of people from other countries who queued up for our good Canadian coffee. For us, it was our lifeblood and a connection to home.

One day as I had just gotten back to base from a long tour in country, I was waiting in the Tim Hortons line. A high-ranking Canadian officer was behind me. His neatly pressed uniform was in stark contrast to mine. My hair was long, I had grown a moustache, my gun had been beaten up by the elements and I had a sling of ammo draped from my shoulder. No wonder the officer kept looking at me – I must have looked like a Mexican “bandito.”

He said to me, “Your weapon’s looking a little tired there, soldier.”

I explained that the gun looked like it had seen better days, but that I had kept the inside of it immaculate according to specs. I broke the gun down to show him.

“I’ve been on patrol outside the wire for a long time, but I’d never neglect my weapon.”

He laughed and said he admired my dedication to regulations and the care of my gear.

Once we both had our cup of “Timmies” in hand, we struck up a great conversation including tales of combat. There’s nothing quite like coffee to encourage the sharing of stories and to make people feel more connected.


Due to my role as a PSYOPS specialist, I often travelled from the main base to forward operating bases throughout the region by helicopter and with an unusual degree of autonomy. This allowed me the privilege of being able to bring some of the comforts of home with me to the troops in those remote areas. I would bring mail, cigarettes, food or special orders such as razor blades. One thing I always brought was a tin of Tim Hortons coffee.

I was usually flying in on a CH-135 Chinook with two door gunners and a rear load to help get our gear onboard. The chopper might stop at two or three different locations before I would get off at my forward operating base. Sometimes, I would make a drop at these bases too. We would radio ahead to a contact there letting them know we were coming.

Just like a scene from a television commercial, we would land with sand flying all around us. I would stand at the end of the loading ramp, holding tightly onto my chest rig so it wouldn’t blow off, and throw the tin of Tim’s down to our waiting buddy below.

It was quite something to see a tough, dirt-covered combat veteran look up at us with the delighted expression of a six-year-old on Christmas day. I wasn’t the only one who made these special deliveries, but it sure felt good when I got to do it.”

Coffee Break is an excerpt from Firefight  ©2014 By Rick Kurelo, CD.

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Photo: Rick Kurelo visiting the universally popular Tim Hortons at Kandahar Airfield, Afghanistan, 2008.



Excerpt: A song is worth a thousand words

Six years ago today, my sweetie, Marlene, drove me to CFB Petawawa for deployment to Afghanistan. That’s when the story “A Song is Worth a Thousand Words,” was born. To mark that occasion as well as celebrate the release of Firefight, I thought I’d share that story with you here as well:

Mounted patrol near FOB Wilson, Zhari District, Afghanistan.

Mounted patrol near FOB Wilson, Zhari District, Afghanistan.

It’s funny how something as simple as a song can bring back memories in an avalanche of images, sounds, and smells. It’s probably why everyone likes one kind of music or another. There are certain things that are universal. We love. We fear. We eat, sleep, dream, make love. And we make music.

When you come across that special song, the one you know you will never forget, it literally sings to a place deep in your heart. For me, that song is, “Suds in the Bucket.”

It’s about a girl who runs off with the man she loves. It’s a sweet and silly song, full of countrified angst and the folly of youthful rebellion. Shocked parents find their pony-tailed girl has grown up to be a young woman and taken off to Vegas with her “prince in a white pickup truck.” She leaves “the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin’ out on the line.” The hearts of her mom and dad are broken while their little girl’s heart is just beginning to bloom.

We played this song as I was heading up Highway 41 with my fiancé Marlene on the tail end of a five-hour drive. She was dropping me off at Canadian Forces Base (CFB) Petawawa where I was set to deploy for my ten-month tour in Afghanistan. Marlene and I were both nervous about being apart and about the mortal dangers I would be facing.

This was not a business trip. There would be no briefcase and no taxi waiting to take me to a conference at the Hilton near the airport. I was about to embark on a mission into some of the roughest, most hostile territory in the world. I would be in the line of fire to help a country in crisis.

My sweetheart and I drove in silence at first, listening to the wheels on the road and the easy hum of the engine as the car took us closer and closer to the spot where we might be saying our last goodbye.

It was a sunny day, that kind of day where you wish you could just pull off to the side of the road, stop and do nothing except listen to your tunes, hold hands with your girl, and enjoy living in the moment. However, real life has a way of intruding on those kinds of fantasies, so I had to be content with cruising along with the windows down and the steady beat of the wind breezing through the car.

Marlene and I made small talk. I commented on the motorcycles we saw zipping along the highway, about how I might deck this one out or add some chrome to that one. I have always loved bikes and was excited at the sight of them out on the open road, thundering along like chrome and steel horses. It tugged at something adventurous and free-spirited in the core of my being.

Marlene likes bikes too, but that afternoon, she mostly talked about the way the sunlight hit the trees and made the leaves glitter like diamonds. I saw that she was right, and the fact that there was so much beauty – natural and man-made – all around us made us appreciate all that I would be leaving behind.

We chit-chatted and reminisced about the times we had spent together. We did not talk about my deployment or the tough job I would face once I landed in Afghanistan. Nor did we speak about how often we would write or call. We definitely did not talk about the possibility that I might be coming back changed, or not at all.

We were partners in the truest sense, connected by a common past and a shared sense of both hope and fear about the future. To try to set up some kind of artificial connection with scripted words between us would have been pointless.

The car stereo had been keeping us company during our silences. Then Marlene inserted the Sara Evans Restless CD and pressed play. When “Suds in the Bucket” came on, Marlene laughed and cranked the volume.

“I love this song!” she squealed.

Not that her favourite song had been a secret or anything. Anyone who knew Marlene was aware of her soft spot for Sara Evans.

The first notes of the song filled the car like helium – making us both giddy and lightheaded – and it suddenly felt more like we were flying than driving. We laughed and sang along together.

When the tune ended, she replayed it and we listened to it again several times. Each time the song ended, Marlene hit replay and we laughed and sang along like it was just the first time. Marlene tapped the steering wheel in sync with the steel guitar and I tapped out the beat on the leather armrest between us.

As we approached Petawawa, we listened to that song together for what we knew would be the last time in a long while. This time we did not sing along and we did not laugh. We just held hands and let the music and lyrics wash over us like rain.

Marlene stopped the car in the parking lot and I could see that her chin was quivering. She turned her head a little to the left and I knew she was crying. I could not blame her. I was looking forward to serving my country, but this separation was going to be hard.

I told Marlene, “I’m just going to war. I’m not going away.” I held her face in my hands and pressed my forehead to hers. “I’ll never leave you and hey, while I’m over there, I’ll be singing along with you the whole time.”

We kissed and held each other close. Every time one of us made a motion to move apart, the other took it as a sign to hang on tighter.

Finally we could not prolong it any longer. It was time for me to head overseas. We got out of the car and began the long walk across the lot to the army base’s registration office. The music played in our hearts as we said goodbye.

A few weeks later, I had forgotten about “Suds in the Bucket,” though never about Marlene. I had been busy getting acclimatized to being in a warzone in the middle of the desert a long way from home.

When I had first landed at Kandahar Airfield, the sirens, people rushing around everywhere and the intense heat were startling. The first thing I saw was four Dutch soldiers loading body bags into a light-armoured vehicle – an unnerving scene that felt like it had been taken right from the movie Platoon.

It did not take long, however, to become immersed in life on the base. I had settled into the barracks and began preparing to go “outside the wire.” My days were filled with security briefings, orientation training, weapon readiness, and handover sessions with the PSYOPS specialist I would be replacing. There was no time left to feel homesick.

Then before I knew it, I was getting ready for my first mission. I found myself at New Canada House, a kind of recreation hall on the main base where Canadian troops could relax, watch television and unwind between missions. I was sitting outside at a wooden picnic table, mentally preparing for my upcoming assignment – a four-week stint at the Governor’s Palace in Kandahar City.

As I sat and listened to the music being piped outside through two large speakers, I began thinking about what was ahead of me as well as what I had left behind. I was excited, yet nervous, as I had been hearing stories all week about the high risk of kidnappings, ambushes, and suicide attacks in and around the exact area I had been assigned to patrol.

Later on in my tour, after many near misses and months of constant exposure to mortal danger, I would start to develop a kind of mental toughness that carried me through the most dangerous circumstances. These were still early days, though, so the prospect of diving headfirst into one of the most perilous warzones on earth was giving me the shakes.

A driver had been assigned to pick me up at a small hill near New Canada House and drive me to the airfield. When the jeep arrived, I stood up and began to slowly approach it. That’s when I heard it. Our song had started to play on the loud speakers. It was Sara Evans with that smooth southern drawl singing “Suds in the Bucket.”

I laughed at the timing and held up a finger to my driver, saying, “Just a minute.” Then I sat back down.

As the song played, my memories of Marlene and the love we share instantly replaced all my fears of the danger that lay in front of me. I knew her love would carry me through whatever this hostile country had to offer. Some people come back from combat for rest. Some come back to heal. Some come back for glory. I would be coming back for Marlene. Like Sara Evans says, “You can’t fence time, and you can’t stop love.”

A song is worth a thousand words is an excerpt from Firefight © 2014 By Rick Kurelo, CD.

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Photo: Rick Kurelo on mounted patrol near FOB Wilson, Zhari District, Afghanistan, 2008.


Firefight is ready!

Wow! We just had to share the great news that Firefight is now available for purchase on the FriesenPress website! We’re so excited that Rick’s book is finally reality.

We hope you enjoy reading Firefight and would love to hear your thoughts, questions and engage in discussion about any of its content whether about Rick’s tour in Afghanistan, his experiences as a firefighter or his earlier days in Bosnia and with the Airborne Regiment.

You can always share here in the comments, or via Twitter: @Firefight2014 or Facebook: Firefight by Rick Kurelo.

Thanks so much for your interest in Firefight. Cheers!

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The importance of commemorative events

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Today is full of public activities and media coverage commemorating a host of historical events and organizations that are very close to my heart.

May 4 marks the annual International Firefighters Day, which celebrates the dedication of all the men and women who serve their communities each and every day as professional or volunteer firefighters.

Ontario Police Memorial events take place each year on the first Sunday in May to honour fallen police officers. This year the names of 254 were read aloud, including most recently added PC John Zivcic, of Toronto Police Services, who died in December, 2013.

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The first Sunday in May is also reserved to remember the heroism and sacrifice of the Royal Canadian Forces in the Battle of the Atlantic, which was the longest battle in the Second World War. Many towns and cities across the country are hosting ceremonies and activities honouring veterans who participated in this ongoing and pivotal wartime effort.

Soldier On May 4 2014

And as Canada prepares to hold its National Day of Honour this Friday, May 9, a group of 19 ill or injured veterans from the Afghanistan conflict kicked off the Soldier On Afghanistan Relay – a relay to salute the Canadians who participated in the Afghanistan war as well as the Canadian public for their support. Their trek was launched at the Afghanistan Repatriation Memorial at CFB Trenton and will finish in Ottawa in time for the Day of Honour commemorative events at the end of this week.

Each of these events, and all those who participate, are a stark reminder of the importance of remembering our history and the efforts of all those who have served – whether in civilian or military roles.

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Photo 1: “Officers paying their respects to the 254 fallen officers, including PC John Zivcic,” Laurie McCann, @thecoffeecop, Twitter, May 4, 2014.

Photo 2: “Honoured to lay a wreath on behalf of today for . We will remember their sacrifices at sea.” VAdm Mark Norman, @Comd_RCN, Twitter, Sunday, May 14, 2014.

Photo 3: “Standing on guard at Afghanistan Repatriation Memorial in Trenton to kick off Soldier On relay,” Claudia Cautillo, Claudio@CTV, Twitter, Sunday, May 4, 2014.

Firefight is on its way!

The creation of Firefight has happened over more than twenty years. My careers as a military soldier and as a civilian firefighter have produced many stories – some exciting, some funny and others that are purely horrifying. What they all have in common is that they actually happened. Throughout the years, I wrote about my experiences in Canada and on the other side of the world. Although I never considered myself a writer, something inside told me that what I was doing was important and that others might enjoy reading about what I had gone through.

Recording day-to-day events became part of my life as did telling these stories to my friends and family. Over and over again, people would say, “You should write a book!” and so that’s exactly what I’ve done.

Thanks to the support of many, Firefight is about to launch in May of 2014 through FriesenPress. I’m hopeful it will be available in time to help celebrate Canada’s National Day of Honour on May 9. This would be extremely meaningful for me as I served in Afghanistan as a psychological operations specialist in 2008 and 2009, was injured by an IED and then finished my tour following recovery. Upon returning to Canada, I was honoured to be one of the first Canadians to receive the newly created Sacrifice Medal and have also been working my way through PTSD.

Firefight includes my experiences as a solider with the Canadian Armed Forces and as a firefighter with Oshawa Fire Services. It also includes some description of my life “After Afghanistan,” as I joined Canadian civilian life once again. 

I’m excited that after all of this time, Firefight will be published soon. I hope that everyone who reads it will discover something that speaks to them – whether they’re a fellow soldier, firefighter or reader exploring life in the line of fire.

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