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Jamaican marine sergeant killed in Afghanistan laid to rest

Published:Monday | July 11, 2011 | 7:09 AM

LAKE WORTH- Florida- CMC - A Jamaican-born, United States marine sergeant who was killed in Afghanistan last month has been laid to rest with full military honors at a US veterans cemetery here.



After a funeral service on Friday, family members and other mourners bid their final farewell to Sgt. Marlon Earl Myrie, 25, at South Florida National Cemetery, in the thick afternoon heat.



His fellow marines honored him with a 21-gun salute and the 24 haunting notes of Taps.



“Why is Daddy in there?" asked Sgt. Myrie’s son, Kareem, who will be 4 in a few weeks, at the funeral chapel.



When no one answered, he asked again: “Why is Daddy in there?”



Someday, someone will tell him that his father died during a firefight in Afghanistan on June 25, 2011.



The US Marine Corps declined to give details about the incident, only that it involved a hand grenade and that Myrie reached a field hospital in Helmand province alive.



Myrie, known as Troy in his sprawling, multiracial family, was born in Kingston, the Jamaican capital, on Dec. 17, 1985.



Orphaned at 11, then adopted by his mother’s sister, Myrie joined the US Marines in 2004 after graduating from Fort Lauderdale?s Northeast High School in Southern Florida.



An anti-tank missileman, he was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 8th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force.



Before his deployment in Afghanistan, Myrie was based at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, and had survived two deployments to Iraq.



“Troy loved his job,” said his mother, Yvette Myrie of Oakland Park, South Florida. “He loved to blow things up.”



He was due home in late August, and planned on separating from the Marine Corps next year.



In addition to mother and son, Myrie leaves a 24-year-old widow, Maria James Myrie, of Jacksonville, North Carolina, and two sisters in Jamaica.



“He was shy, polite and a homebody”, Yvette Myrie said.



On Sunday evenings, he’d cook jerk chicken for her she said.