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August 28, 2004
What's it all about, Kerry?
One of my favorite former Marines, Oliver North, has some advice for John Kerry. He starts by pointing out that it's not President Bush's fault and it's not about the medals and not about getting lost (not) in Cambodia. So what's it about? "The issue is what you did to us when you came home, John."
When you got home, you co-founded Vietnam Veterans Against the War and wrote "The New Soldier," which denounced those of us who served -- and were still serving -- on the battlefields of a thankless war. Worst of all, John, you then accused me -- and all of us who served in Vietnam -- of committing terrible crimes and atrocities.On April 22, 1971, under oath, you told the Senate Foreign Relations Committee that you had knowledge that American troops "had personally raped, cut off ears, cut off heads, taped wires from portable telephones to human genitals and turned up the power, cut off limbs, blown up bodies, randomly shot at civilians, razed villages in fashion reminiscent of Genghis Khan, shot cattle and dogs for fun, poisoned food stocks, and generally ravaged the country side of South Vietnam." And you admitted on television that "yes, yes, I committed the same kind of atrocities as thousands of other soldiers have committed."
And for good measure you stated, "(America is) more guilty than any other body, of violations of (the) Geneva Conventions ... the torture of prisoners, the killing of prisoners."
Your "antiwar" statements and activities were painful for those of us carrying the scars of Vietnam and trying to move on with our lives. And for those who were still there, it was even more hurtful. But those who suffered the most from what you said and did were the hundreds of American prisoners of war being held by Hanoi. Here's what some of them endured because of you, John:
Capt. James Warner had already spent four years in Vietnamese custody when he was handed a copy of your testimony by his captors. Warner says that for his captors, your statements "were proof I deserved to be punished." He wasn't released until March 14, 1973.
Maj. Kenneth Cordier, an Air Force pilot who was in Vietnamese custody for 2,284 days, says his captors "repeated incessantly" your one-liner about being "the last man to die" for a lost cause. Cordier was released March 4, 1973.
Navy Lt. Paul Galanti says your accusations "were as demoralizing as solitary (confinement) ... and a prime reason the war dragged on." He remained in North Vietnamese hands until February 12, 1973.
John, did you think they would forget? When Tim Russert asked about your claim that you and others in Vietnam committed "atrocities," instead of standing by your sworn testimony, you confessed that your words "were a bit over the top." Does that mean you lied under oath? Or does it mean you are a war criminal? You can't have this one both ways, John. Either way, you're not fit to be a prison guard at Abu Ghraib, much less commander in chief.
One last thing, John. In 1988, Jane Fonda said: "I would like to say something ... to men who were in Vietnam, who I hurt, or whose pain I caused to deepen because of things that I said or did. I was trying to help end the killing and the war, but there were times when I was thoughtless and careless about it and I'm ... very sorry that I hurt them. And I want to apologize to them and their families."
Even Jane Fonda apologized. Will you, John?
Good question. Our vets deserve at least an apology. But so far, Kerry hasn't answered the Swift Boat Vet charges . . . he attacked them 30 years ago and he is still doing so. Major Kenneth Cordier, who spent six years in a Vietnamese POW camp where his captors quoted Kerry's words to him, spoke up against Kerry and was instantly slammed by the Kerry campaign. That's their strategy. Attack the messenger instead of addressing the message. Our vets deserve better and so does this country. To use Kerry's own words, "We can do better."
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August 27, 2004
Godspeed, 1/7 Marines
When my Marine was two years old, he went with me as I picked up my car from my mechanic. I made sure he was strapped securely into his car seat and started for home. At a stop light, my car died and I could not get it started again. The guy behind me in line asked me what was wrong and my reply was, "I don't know, I just had it fixed." A little voice from the back seat observed, "I think you need to get it fixed a little bit more, Mom."

This week, the first wave of 1/7 Marines left the 29 Palms Marine Base for a seven-month deployment in Iraq. At some point they may actually leave the United States. The first unplanned delay kept them on ground an extra 36 hours while they "fixed the plane". This morning, my son called from a mid-west airport. The plane needed to be fixed "a little bit more" and when the part arrives (which part? We don't need to know that. what???) they'll take off on the next leg of their trip. In the meantime, the Marines have landed. They slept in the lobby last night and the airline is feeding them, so they're happy. And, being Marines, they're performing recon in the concourses and scouting the gift shops for life rafts in case they end up rowing to Kuwait.
So, they'll land in the sandbox soon and head for Iraq, a country that needs to be fixed "a little bit more". I've talked with my son for hours this last week and am amazed at his level of motivation and commitment. He said, "I signed up for it, it's my job, and I have no worries. We've got our shit locked tight. I couldn't be in a better platoon. My Company has the best Marines anywhere and we are the best platoon in the Marine Corps. I am confident of that." That's okay, I'll worry for both of us. It's my job, I'm a mom.
They'll be in full Kevlar everywhere they go. They've spent the last ten months training hard, they have state-of-the-art protection, so the only other thing they need (and what they need more than anything else) is prayer.
He's one of the Marines that is qualified to assist Corpsmen in the field. Marine Mom Connie is working on acquiring additional IV equipment so that the guys can carry it with them. My online friends have also helped me find a product called Kwik Clot - if there's a casualty with heavy bleeding, this stuff is supposed to work wonders. I told him the tampon story and offered to send him a supply - he suggested that I send it to the Corpsmen instead. And to avoid associating it in any way with him.
I found a small fold-up stove that runs on fuel pellets yesterday and will send it in his first care package, along with hot chocolate mix, Easy Mac, etc. He also (this is a kid who, all through school, cheerfully offered my services for chaperoning field trips, bringing cupcakes into the classroom, etc.) volunteered me to send his platoon a laptop. Evidently, the C.O. is limiting laptops to one per platoon. None of the guys had one, so Shane said his mom would send one. Some things never change. I've got quite a list of things to send, and it gets longer every time he calls. I need to publicly thank my good friends at EAForums who have donated over $500 towards the laptop. It's something they can use for training, composing e-mails, watching movies, keeping up with online coursework, etc. There is an internet center but the wait is long and they guys are limited to 15-20 minutes at a stretch, so this will really help them maximize their time. My son shared this with his brother Marines and they were blown away that people they'd never met would do this for them. I am deeply appreciative.
Last year when the Marines from 1/7 were deployed to Iraq, they won the hearts and minds of the citizens of the Najaf province. They lived and worked in the cities of Al Hillah and Najaf throughout the summer months, helping with the rebuilding of the region and demonstrating to the residents that there was "no better friend, no worse enemy" than the United States Marines.
It worked. No Marines were lost, after the end of major hostilities last year, due to hostile action. The leadership of 1/7 (then Lt.Col. Conlin and SgtMaj Bergeron) had the respect and ear of Shiite leaders in the city. Our Marines were accorded respect and treated as guests. Here's a letter they sent last fall, shortly before they came home. It's worth reading again and will give you an idea of the caliber of men that protect and defend us.
To the Citizens of the United States,On behalf of the Marine’s of First Battalion, Seventh Marines, First Marine Division, Twentynine Palms, California, we would like to take this opportunity, to thank all of you for your thoughts and your prayers. Since our arrival in Iraq, we have received numerous cards, letters and packages from the wonderful citizens and children of the United States. These cards, letters and packages were greatly appreciated and had a very positive impact on the morale of your Marines. Although we have gone through great lengths to ensure each received a proper reply, at times we were extremely busy and may have been unable to respond. The intent of this correspondence is to ensure that we have expressed our grateful appreciation to each and every one of you for your outstanding show of support for these fine young men.
While staged in Kuwait, our Marines were concerned with public opinion. Leaders were constantly asked about the pulse of the citizens back in the United States. At the time, things looked pretty grim. There were many Americans opposing the war and news of large protests broadcast on the BBC daily. Celebrities were using their status and making a charge of opposition. Our Marines were seeing the makings of another Vietnam and were not looking forward to the experience. Then the polls turned from negative to positive, and the news of such was passed throughout the battalion. At this point, the morale of our Marines went up significantly. Then came the cards, letters and packages. The enemy did not stand a chance. America was now united and headed towards Baghdad.
Prior to the beginning of hostilities, we were certain that the Marines of this battalion were an extremely confident and capable fighting force. Having seen them in action, we can assure you that your Marines have performed above and beyond our highest expectations. During the early stages of the war, they continuously found themselves in some very dangerous and challenging situations. In every case, they responded with the confidence, courage and determination necessary to defeat the enemy forces. Their collective performance and sacrifices have demonstrated to the Iraqi people that as United States Marines, there could be no better friend (for those who wished peace) yet, no worst enemy (for those who chose war). It was this mentality that contributed greatly to achieving such an overwhelming success in such a short duration of time. We cannot tell you how proud we are to have had the honor and privilege of serving with the Marines and Sailors of this battalion. They are superb Americans who represented their country very well.
Our ability to return these men safely back to their families and loved ones upon our return was the ultimate goal of this battalion. Through the grace of God, which we believe was in the response to your prayers, we have not lost a single member of this command. Unfortunately, some of our sister battalions and sister services were not so fortunate. On behalf of this battalion, we offer them and their families our deepest and most sincere condolences. They were brave Americans who served their country honorably. They will be missed. May God be with them and may they rest in peace.
The major hostilities have now ended. Although the Marines are anxious to return home and reunite with their loved ones, they continue to remain focused and understand the importance of their current mission. The focus of this mission is the stabilization of the country of Iraq. In support of this mission, our Marines continue to patrol the streets ensuring the safety of the Iraqi people and the potential success of the Iraqi communities. The Marines continue to hunt down and apprehend resistance forces whose sole intent is to disrupt the current stability that has already been achieved within most major cities. Importantly, they repair schools, government facilities and restore basic utilities in order for the Iraqi people to return to an acceptable standard of living. Although most of these tasks are not combat related, these requirements are no less important in achieving a smooth transition towards peace and democracy.
We understand that back in the United States, there has been some negative publicity in reference to the acceptance of our presence by the Iraqi people. We personally have not experienced this. Although there are some individuals who do not welcome our presence, the vast majority of the people are extremely happy that we remained committed to their cause and grateful for their newly found freedoms. We base this assessment not on news reports, but on the daily contact we have had with the local population.
The children here are extremely pleasant and happy. They run towards the streets with big smiles on their faces just to wave hello to the Marines as they drive by in hopes that their waves will be returned and their presence acknowledged. They often crowd around the patrolling Marines seeking autographs or just a chance to say "hello" close and personal. Personal touch is far more significant in their culture than it is ours. A simple handshake is all it takes to make their day complete. They will usually return for many more. The little girls offer the Marines flowers as a sign of affection and gratitude. Although the Marines are pleased with the fact that they have brought so much happiness to the people of Iraq, for them, it is a very humbling experience.
Iraqi men of all ages engage the Marines in conversation on a daily basis while women stand in doorways waving and smiling or offering them a cold drink of water or a shot of Iraqi tea. Grown men will shake your hand and, with tears in their eyes, thank us for freeing their nation while offering us their blessings. Once tight lipped, they now speak freely of the horrific years under Sadaam. In the past, they would have had their tongues removed for such statements. With this restriction eliminated, today’s typical phrases are "Down with Saddam", We love U.S.A", "We love you", and yes, "We love George Bush". Just recently we were honored to see "WE THANK U.S.A" written in large letters and repeated three times on a wall in the streets of An Najaf. Contrary to some reports, the request we most often receive from the Iraqi people is that we not leave. Some still believe that should we leave, Sadaam (who is now the Iraqi "boogie man") will reappear and destroy them. We continue to reassure them that Sadaam will never and can never return to power.
The Iraqi people that we have had the pleasure of meeting are generally very good people. Although they have no desire to be a United States, they are very open to the ideals of democracy. The country of Iraq is beautiful and rich in resources. With the implementation of an honest government and under a democratic rule, they have the potential of becoming a prosperous and peaceful nation.How could this have all happened in such a short period of time? Based on your heartwarming cards and letters, it could easily be assumed to be our actions and ours alone. The truth of the matter is that this success can be attributed to you, the American people. For it is the support of the American people from which our Marines draw their will to fight and their determination to win. When their country calls upon them, with the support of the people, Marines will give the ultimate sacrifice before they let them down. Failure is not an option and a retreat is a place to get away and take a long deserved break. We consider neither during combat!!!
As stated in some of your cards and letters, our Marines have performed heroically and with pride however, even we have heroes and we would like to acknowledge some of ours:
First to our Commander and Chief, the Honorable Mr. George W. Bush who stood up when many others sat down. He demonstrated outstanding leadership at a time when diplomacy had failed. Mr. President, we are proud to have served under your command and prouder yet to be Americans. God bless you and God bless the United States of America.
We thank those who have served before us for all they have given us. You have left us with a legacy and a reputation that intimidated and cowered most of the enemy forces before we ever met on the battlefield. For those who did not believe in this reputation, we convinced them once we engaged!!! Word spread fast and because of this, many lives were saved. Thank you!!! We only hope that we lived up to your expectations.
Semper Fidelis!!!!
Last but surely not the least are the American people who stood behind our President and their military in support of a difficult global decision. During this crisis, the world needed a leader and in typical fashion, the American people showed them one! Now the war has ended and the Iraqi people are free to show their gratitude, you can take comfort in knowing that "It was the right decision".
While patrolling the streets of Iraq, we do not see or hear any thing like, "We love Marines", God Bless Marines, or "Thank you Marines". What we hear and see is, "We Love America", and "THANK YOU U.S.A.". Remember, "America is us". So tonight before you go to bed, take a look in the mirror, take a moment for yourself, understand the impact you have made on the lives of the Iraqi people and pat yourself on the back. You have an admirer. In fact you have 174,000 of them. You are our heroes!!! Our men may not be celebrities and they may not have a celebrity status, but they are United States Marines who serve in the forces, which keep our country free. They are willing to give their lives in its defense and in our opinion, you can’t beat that!!!
Once again, we would like to thank you all for your patriotism, unselfishness and overwhelming support. May other countries take notice. The United States of America will not be threatened, intimidated, nor will they shirk their international responsibilities. They will retaliate when necessary and it will be costly. BECAUSE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE SAY SO!!!!! God bless each of you and God bless the United States of America.
As these brave men return to Iraq this month, they deserve that same overwhelming support. My heart goes with them, in the uniform of a United States Marine. LCpl Shane Conrad, I am so proud of you and am counting down the days until we welcome you back home. Oohrah!
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August 26, 2004
Every vote counts
Former Marine and rising country star, Adam Marshall, is on the home stretch of his quest to win the Country Line Magazine CD review competition for August, but could use a few more votes to maintain his margin of victory.
The scuttlebutt is that his closest competition discovered that Adam has the Marine family community voting for him and called in the Army. Nice try! At this point, we're not sure when the contest closes but we'll keep voting until it does.
Adam penned the lyrics on his debut album while deployed in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom last year. He had our back then; we have his back now. Please vote for him here.
UPDATE!!
Adam won! He was just notified that the vote margin was 423 ahead - thanks to everyone who voted for him. His debut CD is in the process of being released. Listen for it on a radio station near you.
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Update from 3/6
From Captain Conlon Carabine, CO, H&S 3/6:
I apologize again for the frequency that these get out. We, the Marines and Sailors of H&S Company, continue to be extremely busy supporting all that the Battalion is doing. As my mother always said, “idle hands do the devils work”, so I would bet we are all angels by this time. We seemed to have passed what will probably be the half way mark for this deployment and can already look back on several months of both hard work and significant accomplishments by the individual Marines and Sailors and all the sections that make up the Company. The experience of the leaders and men at all levels has grown significantly in every section.I would imagine some loved ones are beginning to start a countdown on when they can see their Marine or Sailor again. We are still working on dates and it has yet to be decided, but we are getting close to having more of a solid timeline for the return to Camp LeJeune. The battalion that will replace us has been identified, and that is certainly a good start. For those families making plans, it looks very good for Christmas and New Years, but Thanksgiving is still probably up in the air. As soon as things get settled the information will rapidly be sent out, one way or the other.
We have been moving around quite a bit through this deployment, but have settled in recently to a new group of locations and a good chance to operate more cohesively as a Battalion. 3rd Battalion, 6th Marines has already made a positive impact in our new areas of responsibility and I would imagine will continue to have an impact on the course of Afghanistan’s future for the near and long term. Your Marines and Sailors are making a positive impact to the security of both our nation and many thousands of people in Afghanistan in only a short time and I am proud of every one of them.
and a note from the 3/6 Chaplain:
Gooooood Moorrnning Afghanistan!!! It is morning here at the moment. To have some time on one of these machines I need to get up before everyone else so they can do what they have to during the day. Sorry for not having updated my column in some time. But some of us have to work for a living. HAHAHAHA. Actually, I have been doing my job of looking after your Marines. Since we have been scattered over six different bases I’ve been busy trying to get around and seeing them. Because of flight schedules, movement of the troops, and other snags I’ve not been to every place yet. I have seen each company at least once though. Soon most of us will be in one place with a small group at another. Keeping up with everyone will be easier then.Obviously being away from home and given the circumstances the Marines, on the whole, are doing well. The mindset of Marines seems to be different from others I’ve been around. Not to be simplistic or corny but they are Marines. They chose to be Marines. Want to be Marines. Train like Marines. Think like Marines. Therefore, they act like Marines. We’ve had tragedy and loss. Did it hurt? Yes. Does that change what we have to do? No. And those whom we lost would want us to keep our heads in the game and so we do. That is one way in which we honor them. As you think of your Marine pray for the families of those whose loss is so deep.
Regardless of what you hear through the grapevine, we’ll be home when we get home. That’s not to sound short or mean but to be realistic. There’s word that homecoming will be around the first of December. We were told that might be a possibility when we left. Well it’s most likely now. But as they say out West, “You saddled this horse, now ride it.” This horse wanders all over the place and seldom comes to the barn on time. But when it comes in it’ll be time for lots of TLC. So get your ducks together for a grand reunion. Remember not to get your ducks in a row. Just get them together in a loose flock on the pond so you can gather them up as you need them. Otherwise, if they’re in a row one good shot could kill them all.
Enough of the barnyard chatter. We’ll be home before you know it. It helps us to know that all of you are taking care of business back home. Thank you for loving and supporting us while we try to bring justice to the bad guys and safety, security, and stability for those who want to live in peace. God bless you and keep you till we meet again.
Chaps
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August 25, 2004
August update from Col. Tucker
Here's the latest from RCT-7:
Dated Aug 21 2004The last month has been a busy time of change in the RCT-7 AO; a trend that will continue as the battalions that arrived with us last February are replaced by newcomers. TF 3/4 was replaced in July by TF 1/8 out of Camp Lejeune NC. As I write, the advance parties for the Battalions coming in to replace TF 2/7, 3/7, and 1st LAR are on board. Over the next month we will assimilate our new brothers-in-arms, and continue to march forward with the same lines of operation and successes that have characterized our operations thus far.
The AO has been relatively quiet over the last weeks. The enemy still engages in cowardly attacks against the Iraqi people, the Iraqi Security Forces, and the Marines employing IEDs and indirect fire. But we continue to rock him on his heels with precision raids, tighter control of the border areas, and the professional presence of Marines providing security alongside the ISF for the people in these communities. Since my last letter, we have seen promising progress in the eastern portion of the AO. A Police Academy and Border Police Academy have been established at Al Asad; a corrupt mayor and corrupt police chief have been forced out of their jobs through pressure applied by the citizens of the communities involved. The Iraqi National Guard continue to grow in competence and professionalism. Local citizens live free of fear from terrorists and criminal overlords. Kids go to school [and play on swing sets provided by Marines], markets are busy and, in a promising development, political parties are beginning to coalesce. This is what victory in counterinsurgency looks like.
In the western portion of the AO we continue to successfully capture and kill terrorists and violent criminals. TF LAR, TF 3/7, and 1st Force Recon have had remarkable success working their way up the terrorist cell structure.
All of these battalions will depart here justifiably proud of their accomplishments. I am in absolute awe of these young men; the deed of the sons have exceeded the deeds of the father, and these men and these units will march into a proud history unencumbered by the dynamics of political agendas and press profits.
Ok..only a couple of pictures this week…
SgtMaj Freed and MgySgt Garcia enjoying an evening cup of espresso Iraqi Border Police border "fort" under construction on the Iraqi-Syrian Border. The RCT is currently managing an $11M contract to build 24 of these Detachment, CO half-way through a 300 mile patrol through the central desert. I speak to every Marine of the arriving Bns. Their intelligence, sense of duty, and perspective are remarkable. They ask questions ranging from small tactical issues to large and significant strategic issues. They fully understand the complexities of U.S. policy and their own role in the future of Iraq. We are striving to establish the rule of law in a country where terror, intimidation, and fear once ruled. A daunting task. But day-by-day, we see progress. How far that progress extends will rightly depend on the will of American people. I was asked by a young Marine yesterday to encapsulate our tasks in a few words. My response: Provide a bulwark against the instruments of terror to allow the rule of law to take root; train the Iraqi Security Forces to do what we are doing now and kill anyone who has a problem with that; accomplish all three of those tasks without harming a single innocent Iraqi and without a single Marine in this RCT losing his moral compass. We continue to march forward on those tasks. Given time that success will be complete.
RCT-7 remembers the sacrifices of Cpl T.J Godwin, 1st Bn 8th Marines, killed in action on July 20, 2004 vic Fallujah, Iraq; GySgt E.P. Fontecchio, 3d Bn 7th Marines, killed in action August 4, 2004 vic Husaybah, Iraq; LCpl J.L. Nice, 3d Bn 7th Marines, killed in action August 4, 2004 vic Husaybah Iraq; LCpl K.M. Funke, 2d Bn 7th Marines, killed in action August 13, 2004 vic Hit, Iraq; and Sgt R.M. Lord, 1st Bn 8th Marines killed in action August 18, 2004 vic Haditha, Iraq.
Please remember their family and friends in your thoughts and prayers.
Share your Courage.
C.A. Tucker
Colonel, U.S. Marine Corps
CO, RCT-7.
My son left this morning to join the RCT-7. Knowing that men like Col. Tucker will command overall operations is reassuring.
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Another Warrior returns home
Time to celebrate. Sean's home.
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August 24, 2004
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This is why I live in Oregon. And will never live elsewhere.
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A Marine Corps Baby Shower
Early last April, the 6th ESB in Portland laid to rest one of their own, Sgt. Curtis Jones. Yesterday, Marines, friends, family members, and co-workers gathered to remember Curtis and celebrate the impending birth of his son to his beloved wife, Bobbi. There were both tears and laughter. There was a huge Curtis-sized hole in the room but knowing that Bobbi will soon give birth to baby Devan is a blessing that will help heal this family.

Several months ago, Marine Mom Janise e-mailed LtCol Thomas of the 6th ESB, asking if she could hostess a baby shower for Bobbi. While the image of "baby shower" and "Marine Corps" do not often occur in the same thought, LtCol Thomas immediately responded and shared the idea with two of his officers. The next day, the Inspector Instructor, Major Larson, replied that "baby showers are absolutely a Marine thing" and in true USMC fashion immediately delegated the task to the best (wo)man for the job - his wife Wendy.
For the past six weeks, Wendy, Janise, Claudia Jones (Curt's mom), and Gayle Roberts (Bobbi's stepmom) have been working hard to plan the shower. And here's how it tuned out:
![]() | Bobbi and her friends. |
| The banana poppyseed cake was beautiful and delicious too. | ![]() |
![]() | LCpl David Martin and Bobbi discuss the differences and similarities of bottle warmers and hand puppets. |
| Gayle Roberts (Bobbi's stepmom), Wendy Larson (Major Larson's wife and shower organizer), and Deb Bruns (Gold Star Marine Mom to Cedric Bruns). | ![]() |
![]() | Bobbi and Claudia Jones (Curt's mom) looks on as Janise reads one of the cards. |
| Sgt. James Miller with wife Rebecca and son Caleb; Robert Roberts (Bobbi's dad), Bobbi, and Capt JR Rinaldi (6th ESB Commanding Officer) | ![]() |
![]() | LCpl David Martin works on a project with two pint-sized helpers. |
Bobbi was showered not only with gifts but with love from her extended Marine Corps Family. While Curtis is gone, little Devan will have a battalion of uncles that will step in, as Marines always have, to care for their own. Once a Marine Corps Family, always a Marine Corps Family.
For those of us who did not know Curtis, we can get a glimpse of his personality by reading this eulogy, written by his mother, that was read at his funeral:
The World Became Brighter When You Were Born
By Claudia JonesCurtis was a son, brother, husband, and soon to be a father. He lived to the fullest with every ounce of joy that could be found in life. He knew no stranger and gave his friendship and smiles freely.
Always strong and determined, Curtis entered this world one brilliant morning on July 21, 1971 at Fort Sam Houston Army Medical Center in San Antonio, Texas.
From Texas, Curtis and his family moved to New Mexico, where he spent his days in the sun playing with his brother and close friends. There was never a slow day for Curtis; it was moving in the fast lane no matter what he was doing. He learned to run instead of crawl and kept going from that day. In New Mexico, Curtis learned to love the out doors, camping, hiking, and learning about nature.
This love of the out doors continued when Curtis moved to Laramie, Wyoming where he would spend the majority of his childhood. Fond memories surrounded his life in Wyoming. There, his life became richer from being with nature and any thing fast.
The family continued to hike during all seasons and types of weather, tent camping turned into the joy of back packing and fishing. Curtis loved to sit outside the tent at night with his dad and brother, Mike, and star gaze. That is why you would see a telescope in his dorm room or apartment. The love of adventure and nature followed him.
While in Wyoming, Curtis became a trail bike rider. Since you can ride a trail bike on and off the streets with a license at 14, Curtis spent many afternoons and days just exploring the country and mountain areas around his home. Sometimes going farther than his parents realized.
This sense of adventure and daring kept going through his high school years, where he was involved in track and swimming. Curt may not have been the fastest swimmer, but he had determination to keep going and do his hardest to complete what he started.
When Curtis moved to Vancouver, Washington his senior year, he did it with no regrets at leaving his old life and moving into the unknown. He saw this move as an adventure ? to learn about new things, places and people. Never did he once regret the move or complain. With the move came finding new friends at Mt. View High School where he graduated in 1989 and at work ? selling shoes at the Jantzen Beach Foot Locker during his senior year.
College again proved to be an adventure and again find new friends. Determined to pay his way, Curtis used his love of swimming to work as a lifeguard at the Camas pool, teach swimming to children at several Vancouver athletic clubs, work at Good Samaritan Hospital as an aide helping elderly and disabled patients in water therapy. He attended several junior colleges before receiving an associate?s degree from Clark College in Arts and Science. At Mt. Hood Community College, Curtis was chosen to work as a business intern and lifeguard at Disney World in Florida where he attended business classes and graduated from ?Mickey U?, as Curtis called it.
Taking his love of politics and adventure, Curt attended Western Washington State University in Bellingham. There, he continued his joy of the water by joining the sculling and university crew teams. He was also a dorm representative and started a weekly letter to inform the students about the campus activities and their rights. This letter earned Curtis an award for his efforts.
While in Bellingham, Curtis joined the Marine Reserve. His love of adventure was met with his joy of being with his fellow Marines and feeling of doing something to help others. Of course, it did not hurt to be able to drive BIG trucks and go to exotic, far away places for two weeks. The exoticness lessened after two trips to the desert of California.
Curtis loved going overseas and working with his unit building schools, hospitals, roads and bridges for the under privileged people.
When Curtis returned to Vancouver, he began working at Starbucks. During his work history, he helped open more than 5 new Starbucks and train even more new employees. Curt met each day with a challenge and determination.
It was Curt?s determination, smile, warmth and ?sparkling blue? eyes that won the attention and heart of his wife, Bobbi one day in October at 164th Starbuck. Bobbi was studying for a promotion and, as Curtis would say, talking on her cell. She motioned to him that it was cold in the coffee shop, and being a dashing young knight, he rescued her with a cup of hot water with a note for her to use it as a hand warmer. This kind act soon turned into love.
The love grew faster than either of them expected. By the time Curtis?s Marine Reserve unit was activated for Iraq in the end of January, they had decided that they would spend their life together.
Bobbi would wait for Curt?s return from duty.Curtis?s return came sooner than any of us expected. It started with a call from a doctor?s office with important and private results from a test. This test result would tragically ask for more determination than Curtis had ever experience. A call to the Red Cross stopped Curt?s deployment and brought him home and a change in life.
Curtis and Bobbi?s bond grew, and by June, each decided that they could not live without the other. There was no reason to search any longer; love had been found for each of them.
Within four weeks a wedding was planned. Days and nights were spent working out the details. Curtis helping to make table decorations with Bobbi and his parents late into the night on his parent?s patio.
The day of the wedding proved even more joyful than either expected. The chosen harp music played throughout the day and night expressing their love.
This love kept strong while waiting for details of Curtis?s illness, his stem cell transplant, and his hospital stay. We all felt that the transplant would bring health and happiness.
Health and happiness would not happen. Even with Curtis?s deep desire and determination to beat the odds of his disease, it did not occur. Through out his hospital stay, he was loved and cared for by his wife, parents and hospital staff. His warmth and thoughtfulness showed in his smile and kind words for others. He never complained about his pain - just the hospital food. When Curtis left us Sunday, April 4, 2004, he was mourned by more than just his wife, family and friends, the hospital staff and doctors, also, felt this loss.
We had hoped for a miracle and that Curtis?s determination and strength would keep him with us, but it wasn?t to be. His smiles, humor, love and deep, blue eyes will always be in our memory and in his and Bobbi?s child that will be born in October.
Curt, we will love you always.

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E-mail from Najaf
From a Marine Sgt. on the ground in Najaf:
Well folks, I'm officialy exhausted here. We have been engaged in pretty heavy fighting and word around the campfire is it's only gonna get worse. This is classic scout/sniper territory though. Lots of buildings, narrow streets. This is exactly what we trained for. I love the Marine Corps for that. They have there "snipers" too, but speaking for are unit, we have put a serious hurt on them. There is not alot of movement by the bad guys cause we usually pick them off when they come out. They do all kinds of funny stuff like summersaults to avoid being shot!! I must have killed half the Iraqi gymnastic team!!Honestly, the reporters are really starting to bug me. First off they should not be around snipers cause we have top secret clearance, so they know we can't talk with them. I had one sitting with us the other night at chow, and a couple of PFC's were bitching about this and that without knowing he was right there. Then the reporter said something like "that's the Marine Corps for you". I pulled his ass out and told him he don't rate to comment on the Marine Corps, he is here by choice and these warriors are here because they fighting for his freedom. I chewed his ass in front of everyone and then dragged him to the big man and had him removed from our unit. Our CO said "maybe you would be more comfortable with the Army!!!" I was laughing my ass off. Then I went back and chewed out the two PFC's for runnign there sucks. I love being a Sgt.!!! Damn reporters, and Air Force guys all fall under the label "non essential personnel".
Don't worry about us though guys and gals. We are tired, but we are getting very good at what we do. There is no stopping us. We are learning to live without sleep and food and all the comforts of home. We are just hungry and ready to fight at the drop of a dime. I see the look in my mens eyes, and we all seem so much older. We all look like we can turn on and off the killer instinct. I love that look in our eyes, and it will be something that I think I will miss when I get back home and you just don't see that intensity anymore. Everyday I am here I love it more.
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Strengthen the Good
Sometimes very small acts reap very large rewards. The Command Post is testing this notion with a new effort called Strengthen the Good; a blogging community micro-effort to parlay small acts of kindness into results that make a difference in people's lives. On the third Sunday of each month, a coalition of bloggers will post "opportunities that are simple, personal, non-bureaucratic, and inspiring" This month's effort is The Gulf Coast Community Foundation Of Venice Hurricane Charley Disaster Relief Fund. Give a dollar or more and pat yourself on the back for making a difference.
Posted by Deb at 01:32 AM
August 23, 2004
Fighting for America in Iraq
In another response to ivory tower pundits, here's a NYT editorial by USMC Major Glen G. Butler, currently in Najaf, Iraq:
I'm an average American who grew up watching "Brady Bunch" reruns, playing dodge ball and listening to Van Halen. I love the Longhorns and the Eagles. I'm you; your neighbor; the kid you used to go sledding with but who took a different career path in college. Now, I'm a Marine helicopter pilot who has spent the last two weeks heavily engaged with enemy forces here. I'm writing this between missions, without much time or care to polish, so please look to the heart of these thoughts and not their structure.I got in country a little more than a month ago, eager to do my part here for the global war on terror and still get home in one piece. I'm a mid-grade officer, so I probably have a better-than-average understanding of the complexity of the situation, but I make no claims to see the bigger picture or offer any strategic solutions. Two years of my military training were spent in Quantico, Va., classrooms. I've read Sun Tzu several times; I've flipped through Mao's Little Red Book and debated over Thucydides; I've analyzed Henry Kissinger's "Diplomacy" and Clausewitz's "On War"; and I've walked the battlefields of Antietam, Belleau Wood, Majuba and Isandlwana.
I've also studied a little about the culture I'm deep in the middle of, know a bit about the caliph, about the five pillars and about Allah, but know I don't know enough. I am also a believer in our cause - I put that up front just so there isn't any question of my motivation.
We Marines are proudly apolitical, yet stereotypically right-wing conservative. I'm both. And I'd be here with my fellow devildogs, fighting just as hard, whether John Kerry or George W. Bush or Ralph Nader were our commander-in-chief, until we're told to go home.
The other day I attended a memorial service for an old acquaintance, Lt. Col. David (Rhino) Greene. He was killed July 28 while flying his AH-1W Cobra over the eastern edge of Ramadi. His squadron was composed of reservists: "old guys" like me who had been around a little while. But unlike me, these guys had gotten out of active duty to pursue other careers and spend more time with their families. Now, they were leading the charge against the Iraqi insurgency.
The night after the service, I sat around in an impromptu gathering of $10 beach chairs in the sand, watching the sunset and smoking some of Rhino's cigars with friends I hadn't seen in almost a decade. I listened in awe as they told me about their Falluja April, about how they had all cheated death, been shot down, again and again. We talked about the war, pretending to know all the answers, and we traded stories about home, bragged about our wives and kids.
We also talked about the magic bullet that ended Rhino's life. It could have been shot by a sniper who had slipped in over the Iranian border, or maybe it came from the AK-47 of a rebellious Iraqi teenager who viewed shooting at Yankee helicopters the same way mischievous American kids might view throwing rocks at cars. No matter, the single round pierced his neck, and within seconds a good man was dead, leaving his wife a widow and his two children fatherless. I won't soon forget that day, but it was quickly overshadowed by events to come, as I was thrust into the heat of battle in my own little slice of Mesopotamia.
On Aug. 5, after a few days of building intensity, war erupted in Najaf (again). When we had first come to Iraq, we were told our mission would be to conduct so-called SASO, or Security and Stability Operations, and to train the Iraqi military and police to do their jobs so we could go home. Obviously, the security part of SASO is still the emphasis, but our unit's area of operations had been very quiet for months, so most of us weren't expecting a fight so soon.
That changed rapidly when Marines responded to requests for assistance from the Iraqi forces in Najaf battling Moktada al-Sadr's militia, who had attacked local police stations. Our helicopters were called on the scene to provide close air support, and soon one of them was shot down. That was when this war became real for me.
Since then my squadron has been providing continuous support for our engaged Marine brothers on the ground, by this point slugging it out hand-to-hand in the city's ancient Muslim cemetery. The Imam Ali shrine in Najaf is the burial place of the prophet Muhammad's son-in-law, and is one of the most revered sites in Shiite Islam. The cemetery to its north is gigantic, filled with New Orleans-style crypts and mausoleums. We had been warned it was an "exclusion zone" when we got here, that the local authorities had asked us to not go in there or fly overhead, even though we knew the bad guys were using this area to hide weapons, make improvised explosive devices, and plan against us. Being the culturally sensitive force we are, we agreed - until Aug. 5. Suddenly, I was conducting support missions over the Marines' heads in the graveyard, dodging anti-aircraft artillery and rocket-propelled grenades and preparing to be shot down, too. My perspective broadened rapidly.
At first there were no news media in Najaf; now, I assume, it's getting crowded, although the authorities have restricted access after a group of journalists "embedded" with the Mahdi Militia muddied the problem and jeopardized others' safety. I haven't had time to catch much CNN or Fox News, and although I've seen a few headlines forwarded to me by friends, I don't think the world is seeing the complete picture.
I want to emphasize that our military is using every means possible to minimize damage to historical, religious and civilian structures, and is going out of its way to protect the innocent. I have not shot one round without good cause, whether it be in response to machine gun fire aimed at me or mortars shot at soldiers and Marines on the ground.
The battle has been surreal, focused largely in the cemetery, where families continue burying their dead even as I swoop in low overhead to make sure they aren't sneaking in behind our forces' flanks, or pulling a surface-to-air missile out of the coffin. Children continue playing soccer in the dirt fields next door, and locals wave to us as we fly over their rooftops in preparation for gun runs into the enemy's positions.
Sure, some of those people might be waving just to make sure we don't shoot them, but I think the majority are on our side. I've learned that this enemy is not just a mass of angry Iraqis who want us to leave their country, as some would have you believe. The forces we're fighting around Iraq are a conglomeration of renegade Shiites, former Baathists, Iranians, Syrians, terrorists with ties to Ansar al-Islam and Al Qaeda, petty criminals, destitute citizens looking for excitement or money, and yes, even a few frustrated Iraqis who worry about Wal-Mart culture infringing on their neighborhood.
But I see the others who are on our side, appreciate us risking our lives, and know we're in the right. The Iraqi soldiers who are fighting alongside us are motivated to take their country back. I've not been deluded into thinking that we came here to free the Iraqis. That is indeed the icing on the cake, but I came here to prevent the still active "grave and gathering threat" from congealing into something we wouldn't be able to stop.
Weapons of mass destruction or no, I'm glad that we ended the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein. My brother and other American jet pilots risked their lives for years patrolling the "no fly zone" (and occasionally making page A-12 in the newspaper if they dropped a bomb on a threatening missile battery). The former dictator's attempt to assassinate George H. W. Bush, use of chemical weapons on his own people, and invasion of a neighboring country are just a few of the other reasons I believe we should have acted sooner. He eventually would have had the means to cause America great harm - no doubt in my mind.
The pre-emptive doctrine of the current administration will continue to be debated long after I'm gone, but one fact stands for itself: America has not been hit with another catastrophic attack since 9/11. I firmly believe that our actions in Afghanistan and Iraq are major reasons that we've had it so good at home. Building a "fortress America" is not only impractical, it's impossible. Prudent homeland security measures are vital, to be sure, but attacking the source of the threat remains essential.
Now we are on the verge of victory or defeat in Iraq. Success depends not only on battlefield superiority, but also on the trust and confidence of the American people. I've read some articles recently that call for cutting back our military presence in Iraq and moving our troops to the peripheries of most cities. Such advice is well-intentioned but wrong - it would soon lead to a total withdrawal. Our goal needs to be a safe Iraq, free of militias and terrorists; if we simply pull back and run, then the region will pose an even greater threat than it did before the invasion. I also fear if we do not win this battle here and now, my 7-year-old son might find himself here in 10 or 11 years, fighting the same enemies and their sons.
When critics of the war say their advocacy is on behalf of those of us risking our lives here, it's a type of false patriotism. I believe that when Americans say they "support our troops," it should include supporting our mission, not just sending us care packages. They don't have to believe in the cause as I do; but they should not denigrate it. That only aids the enemy in defeating us strategically.
Michael Moore recently asked Bill O'Reilly if he would sacrifice his son for Falluja. A clever rhetorical device, but it's the wrong question: this war is about Des Moines, not Falluja. This country is breeding and attracting militants who are all eager to grab box cutters, dirty bombs, suicide vests or biological weapons, and then come fight us in Chicago, Santa Monica or Long Island. Falluja, in fact, was very close to becoming a city our forces could have controlled, and then given new schools and sewers and hospitals, before we pulled back in the spring. Now, essentially ignored, it has become a Taliban-like state of Islamic extremism, a terrorist safe haven. We must not let the same fate befall Najaf or Ramadi or the rest of Iraq.
No, I would not sacrifice myself, my parents would not sacrifice me, and President Bush would not sacrifice a single Marine or soldier simply for Falluja. Rather, that symbolic city is but one step toward a free and democratic Iraq, which is one step closer to a more safe and secure America.
I miss my family, my friends and my country, but right now there is nowhere else I'd rather be. I am a United States Marine.
That last sentence says it all.
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August 22, 2004
"We Laughed Hard and Cried Proud"
By: Linda Kelly Roffe (Mother of LCPL Frank)
Attending the Marine Parent Conference, July 30th in Indianapolis prior to seeing my son off to Iraq was worth every effort in getting there. To come together with so many Marine Parents on a national level was amazingly therapeutic.Although the conference attendees were from diverse professional backgrounds, income levels, religions and personalities… we all bonded instantly as a Marine family. Whether our kids were starting boot, deployed, have come home or leaving for their second tour… one commonality linked us together… our children in harms way. The parent-children traditional roles have been reversed. For the first time our children are taking care of us—our country—and leaving parents powerless. Our children may have volunteered to be Marines but “we” as moms and dads have been drafted.
I’ve discovered that from Marine graduates to 3rd generation Marine families—they all shared the same pride and anxiety as one emotion. I was impressed that I didn’t hear negative opinions, politics, or complaints at this conference. It was not a pep rally. Everyone shared useful information, experiences and genuine sentiment. We laughed hard and cried proud.
The Presenters were informative and moving. Speakers included famous author, Frank Schaeffer; General Carol Mutter; Marine social worker, Max Beerup; new country star, Marine Adam Marshall; care package senders Operation Interdependence; an open panel of experts with psychiatrists and Marines; Tracy Della Vechia; and many more supporters and vendors. The entertainment was heartfelt and there was plenty social time, for some until 3 am. The food was first-rate and had many generous contributors for the silent auction. I was happy to donate Oohrah, Semper Fi, and MRE wildlife photo posters. A couple more posters were donated to the Madison, Wisconsin USMC parent event in September.
I left the MP conference with a better perception of “Semper Fi” and a deeper understanding of what’s normal for Marine Parents to feel and behave—what’s normal for our Marines to feel and behave. The conference created Marine sisters and brothers—a new family—a support group to help us through day-to-day unease. As Frank Schaeffer states, “As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart.”
Frank is a gifted writer. Reading “Faith of our Sons” is relief in itself because he nails your feelings with just the right words every time. His site can be visited at www.FrankSchaeffer.com. Marine Adam Marshall just back from Iraq who is making it in the country music world can be visited at www.thelastmarshall.com. The 2005 MP conference will be in Kansas City. Watch for details at www.MarineParents.com and www.marinecorpsmoms.com.
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