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October 18, 2007



Trading Deserts

Lance Cpl. Nicholas M. Dunn Cpl. Matthew Beaudin, fire direction control man, India Battery, 3/11, says goodbye to his wife, Kristie, and son, Matty, before departing the Combat Center Monday.


Photo and story by Combat Correspondent, LCpl Nicholas M. Dunn

The Marines and sailors of India Battery, 3rd Battalion, 11th Marine Regiment, left Monday for seven months in Iraq, in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. We'll add them to the list of units to support through Operation Santa USMC 2007 - if you'd like to be involved, click here for details.

"This is the first M777 battery to deploy to Iraq, so we're looking forward to the experience," said Lt. Col. James C. Lewis, 3/11 battalion commander. "We can't wait to see how the capability is employed and we'll take lessons learned for future deployments if necessary."

An awkward feeling of gloom and excitement hung over the Combat Center Monday as India Battery said goodbye to their friends and families.

"I'm really sad," said Lindsey Ledbetter, wife of Cpl. Tyler Ledbetter, artilleryman, India Battery, 3/11. "I'll probably cry when he says goodbye to our daughter. It's very depressing he's leaving, but I'm very proud of him."

Ledbetter agreed with his wife, but said he's been waiting a long time to go to Iraq.

"It's going to be hard leaving my wife and daughter behind, but I'm really excited to get this show on the road," he said. "Chesty Puller!"

Sgt. Trevar Perkins, fire direction control man, India Battery, 3/11, also expressed his excitement to deploy to Iraq. He said he felt the message should be short and to the point.

"Let's do this," he said.

Overall, it seemed the Marines and sailors of India Battery were excited to deploy to Iraq, but would miss their friends and families.

"I'm excited, but I just want to go over there and come home as soon as possible," said Cpl. Matthew Beaudin, fire direction control man, India Battery, 3/11. "I want to come home to my family and move on to other things."

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October 17, 2007



Semper Fi, Adam . . .

Jennifer is the sister of Adam who will deploy this week in support of OIF3. She wrote this tribute on her MySpace page, but their mom, Cindy, gave permission to share it here. It's an awesome tribute to the bond between siblings, and the pride that goes with being the sister of a U.S. Marine.

The day that I have been dreading is soon approaching.

October XX, 2007 will register as one of the Worst Days Of My Life.

That's the day that my little brother, my best friend, my hero, will board a plane and land in Iraq.

He will be gone for about eight months, and will return to the US in June 2008.

He is doing his job, fulfilling the oath he took in July of 2006, "to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, forgien and domestic; that I will bear true faith and alleigance to the same; that I will obey the Orders of the President of the United States and the orders of my officers appointed above me, according to the regulations of the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."

So, I guess this is where I get all cheesy and sentimental. This is where I get all teary-eyed for you.

Adam is my best friend. I could not survive without him. He has been my rock for as long as I can remember, and I hope that I have done the same for him. Growing up, we went through a teenager's form of hell. Our parents got divorced when I was 19 and he was 14. Very tough and touchy times for anybody that age. But, we were the lucky ones. It wasn't a bitter divorce, nor was it messy. Our parents remain pretty close still today.

That being said, it brought Adam and I closer, however, not until he was about 18 or 19, and I was approaching 24 . . . 25. We're best friends, and I can always count on him to be there for anything. Whether it be something major, or something petty. He's my best friend, and I hope I am that to him.

I went through HELL while he was in MCRD for boot camp. I had no contact with him!! I remember he called home once, he was rewarded a 20 minute phone call home . . . and he called me. It was the first time I'd heard his voice in about three months . . . I bawled my eyes out after he had to get off the phone.

I remember flying to California for his graduation. A friend of mine, who had been in the Marines also, sent me a text message that I recieved just as the plane touched down, it said, "remember those who came before your brother and I. Remember the traditions and the honor. Say a thank-you." I had tears everywhere when I was getting off of the plane.

I remember sneaking to the Parade Deck the day before his EGA ceremony. Watching them practice. I picked him out of his platoon, and he heard me trying to get his attention. I knew very well he couldn't break his stance, but I could see how red his face was turning because I was EMBARASSING HIM in front of his platoon and his DI's.

I remember the next day, my family and I walked to the Parade Deck, and hearing the band begin to play. I remember seeing all of the platoons march out. I remember counting the rows of Plt 3047, to look for the seventh row, last guy in the line . . . . THAT was MY brother.

I remember the speech that was given. How they would transform from Recruit to Marine by one single action. I remember watching all of the pomp and circumstance as these men were being presented with their EGA pins that they would proudly display on their covers.

I remember watching my brother. He was looking directly at his Drill Instructor. He shook his hand, and was given his EGA pin. He took his cover off and pinned the EGA to it, he was so proud, as were our parents. I looked at him, and he had tears streaming down his face.

That was HIS defining moment.

That's where HE BECAME a Marine, a Man, a defender of YOUR Freedom.

I remember that it was announced that the band was going to play the Marine Corps Hymn for THEM, because they had now, finally, earned that Title of Marine, and NOBODY could take that away from them.

All of the men stood at POA, and saluted the colors as they all fought back tears while that hymn was playing. Most of them didn't hide the fact that they were crying. They had been through Hell, and they had for DAMNED sure EARNED their titles.

The next day was graduation. They marched out onto the parade deck, standing taller than ever, because THEY were MARINES. They executed their movements with such precision and perfection. They had been working on this for weeks, and their hard work showed. It was haunting . . . dead silence, then you'd hear the haunting cadence calls of the DI's.

You would hear one DI call out the orders, and you would hear the marching. The tight and taut marching of 300 men, sounding like one. Their movements were perfect. They were putting on a show. They were given the order to salute the colors, it was one fluid movement, one sound. They stood at attention, and all of their feet snapped to position, and hands behind their back...one motion, one sound. It was like nothing you'd ever seen before. They would "Lean Back and Strut . . . " How precise they were. How perfect these Marines were.

When they were dismissed, it was awesome. They started with one platoon, and it was so quick, like a domino effect. They would spin around so fast and break their perfect lines after they were given the order they had been waiting so long to hear, "Dismissed!".

No words can describe how incredibly proud I am of you, Adam.

Now, you're off to do another part of your job, and it will require sacrifices.

Stay safe, keep your sense of humor, and know that you have your family and friends here at home that love you very much.

We think about you EVERY SINGLE DAY, and pray for your safe return home in June.

You make me proud every day, Adam. Every time I see the picture I have of you in your Blues, every time I see a USMC flag, or run into a vet, or another Marine. I always think of you.

I proudly wear my little yellow ribbon for you every single day.

Semper Fidelis, Little Bro . . .

Love Ya,
-Sis

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October 15, 2007



USMC Cpt. Richard Lund educates Code Pink

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On September 26, Code Pink members staged an after hours demonstration 9/26 protest in front of a Marine Corps recruiting office that happened to be in San Francisco. Here's a snippet of the event coverage from the Berkeley Daily Planet:

Marge Lasky, a member of Grandmothers Against the War, said she had no idea that the office was there.

"I am pretty shocked it's here," she said. "Why would the marines come into the belly of the beast? Either they are really desperate for recruitment or they think they can get people by being near Berkeley High and the university."

Kali Steel from Code Pink said the group would protest in front of the office every Wednesday until it was shut down.

"This is exactly where our kids hang out," she said. "We don't want military recruiters in Berkeley."

"Keep it up," said a lady in a silver Toyota. "We love what you do."

No one came to drag the protesters away as they stood waving banners and talking for almost two hours.

"It's my first-amendment right," Budd said smiling. "Who's going to stop me?"

Ironic when one considers that Budd obviously has a deep understanding of her constitutional rights under the First Amendment. It's sad that she has no appreciation for how she got those rights or for the Marines who, for the last 231+ years, have fought, bled, and died to protect her right to publicly make an idiot of herself.

In response, Cpt. Richard Lund, USMC officer selection officer for the northern Bay Area wrote this open letter to the Code Pink demonstrators:

While the protest that you staged in front of my office on Wednesday, Sept. 26th, was an exercise of your constitutional rights, the messages that you left behind were insulting, untrue, and ultimately misdirected. Additionally, from the comments quoted in the Berkeley Daily Planet article, it is clear that you have no idea what it is that I do here. Given that I was unaware of your planned protest, I was unable to contest your claims in person, so I will therefore address them here.

First, a little bit about who I am: I am a Marine captain with over eight years of service as a commissioned officer. I flew transport helicopters for most of my time in the Marine Corps before requesting orders to come here. Currently, I am the officer selection officer for the northern Bay Area. My job is to recruit, interview, screen, and evaluate college students and college graduates that show an interest in becoming officers in the Marine Corps. Once they've committed to pursuing this program, I help them apply, and if selected, I help them prepare for the rigors of Officer Candidate School and for the challenges of life as a Marine officer. To be eligible for my programs, you have to be either a full-time college student or a college graduate. I don't pull anyone out of school, and high school students are not eligible.

I moved my office to Berkeley in December of last year. Previously, it was located in an old federal building in Alameda. That building was due to be torn down and I had to find a new location. I choose our new site because of its proximity to UC Berkeley and to the BART station. Most of the candidates in my program either go to Cal or to one of the schools in San Francisco, the East Bay, or the North Bay. Logistically, the Shattuck Square location was the most convenient for them.

Next, you claim that I lie. I have never, and will never, lie to any individual that shows an interest in my programs. I am upfront with everything that is involved at every step of the way and I go out of my way to ensure that they know what to expect when they apply. I tell them that this is not an easy path. I tell them that leading Marines requires a great deal of self-sacrifice. I tell them that, should they succeed in their quest to become a Marine officer, they will almost certainly go to Iraq. In the future, if you plan to attack my integrity, please have the courtesy to explain to me specifically the instances in which you think that I lied.

Next, scrawled across the doorway to my office, you wrote, "Recruiters are Traitors." Please explain this one. How exactly am I a traitor? Was I a traitor when I joined the Marine Corps all those years ago? Is every Marine, therefore, a traitor? Was I a traitor during my two stints in Iraq? Was I a traitor when I was delivering humanitarian aid to the victims of the tsunami in Sumatra? Or do you only consider me a traitor while I am on this job? The fact is, recruitment is and always has been a part of maintaining any military organization. In fact, recruitment is a necessity of any large organization. Large corporations have employees that recruit full-time. Even you, I'm sure, must expend some effort to recruit for Code Pink. So what, exactly, is it that makes me a traitor?

The fact is this: any independent nation must maintain a military (or be allied with those who do) to ensure the safety and security of its citizens. Regardless of what your opinions are of the current administration or the current conflict in Iraq, the U.S. military will be needed again in the future. If your counter-recruitment efforts are ultimately successful, who will defend us if we are directly attacked again as we were at Pearl Harbor? Who would respond if a future terrorist attack targets the Golden Gate Bridge, the BART system, or the UC Berkeley clock tower? And, to address the most hypocritical stance that your organization takes on its website, where would the peace keeping force come from that you advocate sending to Darfur?

Finally, I believe that your efforts in protesting my office are misdirected. I agree that your stated goals of peace and social justice are worthy ones. War is a terrible thing that should only be undertaken in the most dire, extreme, and necessary of circumstances. However, war is made by politicians. The conflict in Iraq was ordered by the president and authorized by Congress. They are the ones who have the power to change the policy in Iraq, not members of the military. We execute policy to the best of our ability and to the best of our human capacity. Protesting in front of my office may be an easy way to get your organization in the headlines of local papers, but it doesn't further any of your stated goals.

To conclude, I don't consider myself a "recruiter." I am a Marine who happens to be on recruiting duty. As such, I conduct myself in accordance with our core values of honor, courage, and commitment. I will never sacrifice my honor by lying to anyone that walks into my office. I will never forsake the courage that it takes to restrain myself in the face of insulting and libelous labels like liar and traitor. And, most importantly, I will never waver from my commitment to helping individuals who desire to serve their country as officers in the Marine Corps.

Code Pink's portrayal of military recruiters as liars and predators, and young men and women as children who need to be protected is insulting and wrong. The ones I've talked with can't get past their talking points - ask them anything outside their comfort zone and they shut down or revert back to their catch phrases. Pink used to be my favorite color, but they've really taken the fun out of it. This latest idiocy by women who should know better is unfortunately, what I would expect from an organization who donated over half a million to insurgents in Fallujah - the same ones that our troops are fighting. Instead of supporting our troops, they've chosen to support the enemy. Kudos to Cpt. Lund for showing them civility in the face of their disrespect. They don't deserve it.

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October 12, 2007



Haunted Hero

Pop some popcorn and put on your pajamas early tonight (Friday, October 12) - you won't want to miss this edition of Ghost Whisperer.

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Photo: Monty Brinton/CBS. ©2007 CBS Broadcasting Inc. All Rights Reserved.

From CBS:

In this special episode of GHOST WHISPERER, "Haunted Hero," the show pays tribute to the brave men and women serving our country in Iraq. The story begins with a U.S. soldier and Iraqi war veteran who recently returned from combat with a medal in hand only to later be accused of deserting his platoon. The soldier is continuously haunted with nightmares reminding him of his time at war, specifically that night he lost his men, and it's up to Melinda (Jennifer Love Hewitt) to find out the truth. This episode blends fiction with a dose of reality as real-life U.S. Soldier Veterans participated in this historic episode.

Click HERE to watch the interviews with Jennifer Love Hewitt, Executive Producer Ian Sanders and the Real-life War Veterans. Ghost Whisperer "Haunted Hero" will air this Friday October 12th (8:00 - 9:00 PM ET/PT) on The CBS Network.

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October 08, 2007



Real American Heroes v. the actors who play them in movies and TV

Sean McCormick, a sophomore English major at the University of Wisconsin wrote this outstanding editorial regarding Hollywood's portrayal of our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan.

During and after World War II, Hollywood was more than willing to make films that helped the war effort and gave audiences a look at our brave soldiers and the battles they won.

Take "Sands of Iwo Jima," a 1949 film starring John Wayne. It shows the Battle of Iwo Jima where we see Marines fighting against the Japanese, as well as the iconic raising of the American flag on Mt. Suribachi. The film portrays the heroism of American soldiers during one of the war's most important battles.

In today's world, however, it seems that Hollywood is more intent on making films that distort the truth and slander our brave men and women. Given the downright hostile nature Hollywood has toward the war in Iraq, it is not entirely unsurprising that their films reflect that same attitude. Look at Brian de Palma's "Redacted," for example. It is a "docudrama" that is based upon the "Mahmudiyah killings" that occurred in Iraq in March 2006. In this incident, five U.S. soldiers murdered three Iraqi civilians, gang-raped a 14-year-old Iraqi girl, and killed her as well. Now, any reasonable person will realize that incidents such as these are not the status quo in Iraq and they do not go unpunished (three of the men have been sentenced to life in prison, the other two have not been sentenced as of yet). But according to de Palma, the event is "the reality of what is happening in Iraq."

Another film, "Harsh Times," takes a look at the life of fictional soldier Jim Davis, who returns to Los Angeles after tours of duty in the Middle East. In the opening of the film, we see soldiers in a desert area attacking Arab terrorists; one of the soldiers goes as far as killing a terrorist who makes it clear that he wishes to surrender (once again, this is supposed to be the norm). For the rest of the film, we watch Jim do drugs, kill people and cause general mayhem and destruction with his friends. He is clearly a psychotic individual and even goes so far as to refer himself as "a soldier of the Apocalypse." His unstable condition and predilection toward violence and death are due to his experiences in combat, which is naturally the military's fault, and is naturally true for many soldiers returning from combat, as Hollywood would have you believe.

Actor Tim Robbins, appearing on "Real Time with Bill Maher" this past August, said, "(The U.S. military) have killed over 400,000 of (Iraq's) citizens." This is a preposterous claim, and only someone who is already predisposed to thinking the worst of our troops could make it. The anti-war Iraq Body Count Web site's maximum count of civilian deaths due to the war is 80,333. That should say something about Robbins' attitude toward our military.

Hollywood seems to be aware of only the atrocities that have occurred in the war, which are few and far between. Much more numerous are the acts of heroism that our troops have committed. I think of soldiers such as Cpl. Jason L. Dunham, who was manning a vehicle checkpoint near Husaybah when a terrorist jumped from a vehicle and threw a hand grenade. Dunham threw himself over the grenade, sacrificing his own life in order to save the lives of the Marines who would have been killed by the blast. I also think of Lt. Brian R. Chontosh, who was leading his platoon south of Baghdad when insurgents ambushed them. Facing mortars, automatic-weapons fire, and RPGs, he had the driver advance into the enemy's trench while he jumped from the vehicle and fired at the insurgents. According to the citation of the Navy Cross awarded to him later on, "he twice picked up discarded enemy rifles and continued his ferocious attack . . . when his audacious attack ended, he had cleared over 200 meters of the enemy trench, killing more than 20 enemy soldiers and wounding several others."

Why are Hollywood studios not making films out of these heroic efforts? Because the studios are directly opposed to the war and the U.S. military. It is easier to make a film that portrays soldiers as being psychotic killers and rapists, which fits Hollywood's stereotype of an American soldier, than pay homage to the selfless efforts of real soldiers in the real world. I realize that a film itself is fiction, but is it too much to ask that Hollywood's silver screen storytelling reflect reality instead of the arrogant and slanderous attitudes of its glitterati? So far, the answer is a resounding no.

Amen. It's ironic that the writers, producers, directors, and actors who make millions from the blood, sweat, tears, and sometimes the lives of our troops consistently portray them in the worst light possible. And, there is a resounding silence from most of Hollywood when requests are made for contributions to support the men and women of our armed forces.

There are so many accounts of outstanding bravery and heroism, and they happen every single day. Those stories need to be told as well.

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October 04, 2007



"I did it because he deserves it."

Folks from Texas have big hearts - and they do support our troops. Here's a snippet from My San Antonio that illustrates this point:

Last Wednesday, while flying from Phoenix to the Alamo City on U.S. Airways Flight 207, a San Antonio man, Gil Anderson, witnessed something memorable.
Shortly before takeoff, he overheard a flight attendant tell a young uniformed soldier sitting in front of him:

"A lady in first-class wants to switch seats with you."

The soldier accepted the offer and walked up to the first-class section.

"When the lady came back to our area, I had a tear in my eye," Anderson said when he phoned this column soon after his plane landed. "I gave her a little round of applause."

"Then, by golly, everybody in that area started applauding," he said in a voice tinged with emotion. "It was a very moving moment."

Acknowledging the applause of Anderson and the other passengers, the first-class lady said simply:

"I did it because he deserves it."

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October 03, 2007



"The 5 things I saw that make me support the war"

This essay, written by an American hero, could have turned out much differently. USMC Sgt. Marco Martinez earned a Navy Cross for his actions on April 12, 2003. The battle is related in detail here - it's an awesome story about bravery and courage under fire. During a fierce battle, the 22 year old Corporal ran into incoming fire to retrieve a fedayeen rocket launcher and then used it with outstanding success against the enemy. He saved the life of a wounded Marine and protected the rest of his squad, exemplifing the traditional values of the Corps that have endured for almost 232 years.

His story is even more remarkable when you consider that just five years earlier, he carried a gun as a gangster on city streets here in the United States. In a CNN interview, Martinez discussed why he left the gang to enlist in the Marine Corps:

"But the thing that helped me pull out of that particular lifestyle was my father, God rest his soul, who passed away not too long ago, he had told me I didn't come from Mexico for a member of my family to be a burden on American society. He had earned his citizenship by serving as an Army Ranger for 20 years, and that really resonated with me. And I decided I needed to do something good, something productive, something that's going to help America. So I decided to join the Marine Corps infantry. And my father and mother were ecstatic, and everyone was proud that I had finally decided to do something worthwhile. "

Worthwhile indeed. Having seen the results of violence as both a gang member and United States Marine, he is uniquely qualified to render opinion on the current conflict in Iraq and why the United States has a responsibility to finish the mission. Read the whole thing.

Liberals often like to say that "violence is senseless."

That's wrong.

Violence isn't senseless. Senseless violence is senseless. And I should know. Before being awarded the Navy Cross and having the privilege of becoming a Marine, I was a gang member. Sometimes it takes having used violence for both evil as well as good to know that there's a profound moral difference between the two.

People often ask me whether I still support the war. I never hesitate when answering: "Absolutely I support completing the mission," I tell them, "Now more than ever."

I was honored to have been given the opportunity to fight in Iraq on our country's behalf. And it was that experience - and five things I saw firsthand - that illustrate the foolishness of those who would equate American military power to that used by thugs and tyrants.

1. Mass Graves

I was part of a group that was tasked with guarding Saddam's mass graves. And let me tell you something: anyone who could look straight down into those huge holes at the skeletons and remains and see what that monster did to 300,000 of his own people would have no doubt that we did the right thing in removing him from power. Saddam's henchmen would tie two people together, some with babies in their arms, stand them at the crater's edge, and then shoot one of the people in the head, relying on the weight of the dead body to drag them both into the hole. This would save on rounds and also ensure that both people died, one from a gunshot, the other by being buried alive.

2. Tongue-less Man

You never know how precious freedom of speech is until you meet somehow who has had it taken from them -literally taken from them. During a patrol we came upon two hungry Iraqi men scavenging for food. When our translator began speaking with the men I noticed that one of them had a stub for a tongue. Through the translator we learned that the tongue-less man had spoken against the regime and that Saddam's henchmen had severed his tongue. Saddam had quite literally removed the man's freedom of speech.

3. Adrenaline-Fueled Fedayeen Saddam

I couldn't for the life of me understand why the ninja costume-wearing terrorists we encountered in a series of hellish firefights just wouldn’t go down - even after being shot. Once my fire team and I cleared a terrorist-filled house in a close quarters shootout, I saw dead bodies all around the kitchen. I looked up at the countertops. Scattered everywhere were vials of adrenaline, syringes, and khat (pronounced "cot"), a drug similar to PCP that gives users a surge of energy and strength. That's when we realized that our zombie-like attackers were zealots who came to fight and die.

4. Human Experiment Pictures

I still can't shake the pictures out of my head. We discovered them inside a strange laboratory we found inside a Special Republican Guard barracks that had been plunked down inside an amusement park. When I cracked open the photo album, my jaw dropped. There in front of me were the most horrifying images of experiments being performed on newborn and infant children. Picture after picture, page after page, the binder was filled with the most extreme deformities and experimental mutations one could imagine. One baby had an eye that was shifted toward the middle of its head. We turned the books over to our lieutenant as valuable pieces of intelligence.

5. Bomb-Making Materials In a Mosque

Well after the invasion we were tasked to conduct city patrols and build rapport with local sheiks and mosque members. On one occasion we revisited a mosque where the sheik had previously been warm and friendly. Yet this time something seemed a little off. As we made our way through the mosque compound, we were told there were certain "praying houses" we weren't allowed to enter. But when a Marine walked through a side hallway and passed by a door that had been left ajar, he spotted a huge bottle of nitroglycerin and assorted bomb-making materials.

When I think about my gang member past I shudder in shame. But if there was one lesson I learned from my past it is that there is a profound moral difference between using violence to destroy lives and using violence to save lives. Terrorists do the former; soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines do the latter.

Antimilitary liberals need to learn the difference between the two.

Originally published at Townhall, it is copied here with the editor's permission.

Sgt. Martinez' book, Hard Corps From Gangster to Marine Hero is at the top of my Christmas list this year. Find it here:


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October 02, 2007



" . . . the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq"

Major Jim Higgins who recently returned from a year in Balad Iraq, where he served as Chaplain to the 2-135th GSAB, posted this on his website last May, but if you haven't read it yet, you should. And then, make a copyfor a civilian teen that you know.

I recently attended a showing of "Spiderman 3" here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorioum we use for movies as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom back in the States, we stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through the National Anthem the music stopped.

Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments, and everyone would sit down and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place.

Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward.

The music started again. The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention. And again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect to happen? Even here I would imagine laughter as everyone sat down and expected the movie to start.

Here, you could have heard a pin drop. Every Soldier stood at attention. Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand Soldiers:

And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq. I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here.

Inspiring indeed. A comment left by one of his readers noted:

When I was at Valley Forge Army Hospital in 1971, we had a theater and a good many flicks.

The first few rows of seats--which are generally on the flat part of the floor--had been taken out. Those were where the guys in wheel chairs sat.

They had each chosen a less wounded buddy to help them stand during the Anthem.

Damn.

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