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October 23, 2004
Armed, Armored, and Itching for a Fight
LtCol Ron Smith sends this report from the middle of Iraq . . . and assures us that his Marines are praying for us. I'll be happy to return the favor - and my prayer list is gettin longer every day.
Oct 21, 2004 |
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Congratulations Marine!

Proud Marine Dad Donald Sensing reports that his son, PFC Sensing is one of MCRD-Parris Island's newest Marines, having earned this title after completing 13 weeks in this most rigorous boot camp of any branch of the armed forces. Oohrah!
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October 22, 2004
October update from RCT-7
Col Tucker sends along this update from the sandbox:
Letter to Families |
![]() | Battle of Hit; 503d ING Bn (in white trucks) preparing to attack into the city. |
| Battle of Hit, White building in the background was CP for B Co 1/23. Located on the east side of the Euphrates, B Co held this position unsupported for 4 days until we were able to link up with them across the bridge. Superb effort by the Company. | ![]() |
Your Marines and Sailors continue to perform with courage and intellect in this most complex and ambiguous of conflicts. We are anxiously awaiting election day in the hopes that the media picture and national dialogue will transition from the subjectivity of politics to the objectivity of national interest. Building a democracy is a dirty business-has been throughout the history of democracy from ancient Greece through the present day. Regard our national effort here through the prism of that reality. |
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October 21, 2004
PFC Halvorson's final trip home
Pfc. Andrew Halverson, 19, of Grant, Wis. died Oct 9 as result of enemy action in Al Anbar Province, Iraq. Halverson was assigned to 2nd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Pendleton, Calif. Bridget Warns, mother of a deployed Marine, was a passenger on the plane that carried him home from the country he served:
“Because of my job, I travel a good deal. Last Thursday night I was returning from Albuquerque via Minneapolis and was one of the last passengers to board. As I was getting on the plane, a Marine in full dress uniform was coming up the jetway stairs from the luggage storage area of the airplane. I thought that was very odd. A few minutes later, the captain came out of the cockpit to thank everyone for flying Northwest. As he was finishing, a flight attendant told him that there was a Marine on board escorting a fallen Marine home. I was stunned when I heard this and at that time didn’t realize who it was. A gentleman sitting across the aisle from me immediately offered his seat in first class to the Marine escort. I couldn’t say anything since I was crying so hard. |
I cannot imagine how painful it is to learn that a beloved son has died in battle and my prayer, like that of all Marine parents, is that I will never find out. But if it happened, I would hope that a Marine Mom like Bridget Warns would be on the plane for his final ride home.
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October 20, 2004
The good guys . . .
"Where is Daddy, again?"
That question caught me off guard, shopping at the commissary with my three young sons. "Daddy" just left a few days ago, in the middle of the night.
We saw him, and a bunch of other Marines climb on busses and head out to the first stage of a journey to Afghanistan.
I was already shopping for care package items when my nine year old asked the question.
"Your Dad is in Afghanistan."
"How close is that to Kabul?"
"Kabul is a city in Afghanistan. Kabul is the city, Afghanistan is the country."
My son nodded. "He's going to be gone, like, six months, right?"
"At least."
My youngest, age four, piped up, "But he'll come home for my birthday, right?"
His birthday is just a week away.
The oldest has the best understanding, and the hardest time adjusting.
This is not just what Daddy does, it's part of who he is. I can live with that.
Recently, I heard about a young woman who wanted to find a "safe" job for her fiance` within the confines of the Marine Corps. Something where he wouldn't deploy, wouldn't be in danger, wouldn't have to separate from his true love.
I hate to break the news, but life isn't safe. We're all born, and we all die, and it's what we make of the time in between that really counts.
Three years ago, my husband had what might be called a "safe" billet. He worked in an office in a secured building. He went to work in the morning, commuted home in the evening, and worked pretty regular hours. He was a "pencil pusher", a "desk jockey", back then.
One morning, he got breakfast, a quick hug and kiss, and a "Have a nice day, darlin'," and went off to work. Three hours later, I got to see his office building on a "Live Special Report", and I was watching, as a reporter began to talk, and suddenly was shaken. A moment later, he announced, "Something has just happened here at the Pentagon."
Within mere moments, we got the news. A plane had flown into the newly renovated wedge of the Pentagon. We knew that my husband's office was in that wedge, and it was several hours before I got to hear the dearest sound on earth, my husband's voice, coming in over a poor telephone connection, "Hey, babe, I'm ok."
We made a decision after that. We have three children. They need to grow up in a world where terrorists are terrified of us, not us of them. We will not raise these young American citizens in fear. We will make whatever sacrifices are demanded, to see to it that that happens.
My children don't understand all of that. They understand simple things, like good guys, and bad guys, and Daddy's one of the good guys.
In these days, as we head to elections, and people protest everything under the sun, and the media spends its valuable time seeking out the worst possible images of our military members, I wish that more adults understood the simple stuff.
Daddy, and his fellow men and women in uniform are the good guys.
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LCpl Wyatt - duty and sacrifice

When a hero falls in battle, his memory is never forgotten by the Marines he serves with. Lance Cpl. Daniel R. Wyatt, 22, of Calendonia, Wis., died on Oct. 12 due to enemy action in Babil Province, Iraq. Wyatt was assigned to Marine Corps Reserve?s 2nd Battalion, 24th Marine Regiment, 4th Marine Division in Chicago, Ill. His commanding officer sent these words back to the extended Marine Corps family at the base where he served:
It is with the deepest sadness and most profound grief that I must report to you the loss of Daniel Wyatt, LCpl, Fox Co, 2nd Bn, 24th Marines, USMC. |
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October 19, 2004
Report from the Syrian border
I've had the luxury of talking with my son twice in the past two days. There is a three hour wait for a 15 minute phone call, and I very much appreciate his willingness to stand in line for a few minutes of home contact, even if it is 2:00 a.m. here when he calls. Not a problem.
Our conversation this morning centered on his location. I had seen a map of the area brought back by a Marine who just returned from his own deployment. His camp is within spitting distance of the Syrian border and I remarked that I hadn't realized it was that close. "Oh yeah, we throw rocks over there all the time. Yesterday, I watched a donkey come across the border, take a dump in Iraq, and go back to Syria. If that isn't a metaphor for this whole thing, I don't know what is."
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October 18, 2004
Operation Santa needs your support!
![]() | Karel from North Bend First Christian Church wraps gifts to be placed in stockings that will be sent to deployed Marines in Iraq and Afghanistan. Volunteers from North Bend sewed over 600 stockings for Operation Santa. |
| Jean holds up one of 50 stockings filled by the Christian Women's Fellowship. These stockings will be sent to 1/23 Marines currently deployed in Iraq. Marine Grandma Bette is standing in the background. | ![]() |
We are still working hard! The past week has been one of 20 hour days for Connie and I - and I know the other volunteers are working just as hard. We now have sponsors for all of 1/7, 1/23, 9th Comm, 4th LAAD . . . and we're filling up 2/10. These Marines are working hard for us and deserve our support. I'm on my way to a packing party for one of the 1/23 platoons and will update with pictures tonight.
If those of you who do not have time to sponsor a platoon but would like to support the project in another way, checks can be sent here:
Marine Corps Family Foundation
4500 Ruby Ct. NE
Salem, OR 97305
Please make sure that checks are made payable to the Marine Corps Family Foundation but Operation Santa is designated on the memo line. Thanks - our troops will appreciate it. Paperwork for the Foundation is being filed and receipts for tax purposes will be sent as soon as approval by the IRS is received.
All donations towards Operation Santa will be very much appreciated. A complete accounting will be published as soon as the project concludes.
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