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February 05, 2005
". . . returning home with our heads held high and our arms wide open"
The 24th MEU is coming home - here is Col Johnson's final message to the families and friends of the Marines he commands:
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After-election report from MSSG-31
LtCol J. Alex Vohr reports from Iraq:
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11th MEU after-election update
The 11th MEU reports from an Najaf:
Success! After much preparation and planning, elections in Najaf and Karbala went off without a hitch and with a festive air. As expected, the day was violence free in both Shi'a holy cities as Iraqis eagerly turned out in droves to vote. Iraqi police, army soldiers and border police provided security around polling sites and checkpoints throughout the urban centers, with 11th MEU Marine forces never having to leave their bases in support. Iraqi security forces had everything under control, and didn't need our assistance. |
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February 04, 2005
The All Star Team heads for home
CSSB-7 is coming home to 29 Palms! Here is the last update from LtCol Doolin,
Commanding Officer:
Dear CSSB-7 Friends and Families; |

It looks foggy but it's a sandstorm. We're again recruiting volunteers to sew sand scarves - strips of t-shirt material that wrap around the lower face to protect against the invasive sand. And if your Marine needs them, let us know. We have a small supply that we'd like to get over there. As always, these are done on strictly volunteer basis so there is no charge for the scarf.
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February 03, 2005
Waiting for this day...

Proud Marine Mom Carol Hutchings recently welcomed her son home from the sandbox. She captured so perfectly the emotions that parents experience during redeployment:
The phone call came at 0330hrs to the hotel room, the plane had landed. They were at the airport. Hallelujah!!! Into the SUV (with our bumper sticker- United States Marines) we drove into the darkness with great anticipation. Hurry go faster...the gate waved us through, they knew where we were headed. The darkness hung with us. The excitement began to grow as the families gathered in the big room with the joy and excitement building with each announcement of their movements. Our Marine Homecoming shirts proudly displayed. Sharing hugs with families we did not know. Waiting waiting. Finally, the announcement came the buses are moving. Some of us were drawn outside stretching our necks to see those great buses bring in our loved ones, Our hero's, our Marines. The lights in the darkness were moving toward us, waiting waiting. Our American flags were waving high, the sounds of our cheers echoed into the night, here they come, here they are, in front of us. Our Hero's. The buses stopped and doors opened. Out poured our Hero's. |

Hugging, kissing, welcoming our Hero's home, who we prayed for everyday, who we hoped for everyday, they were finally here. Searching for my Marine, looking for that tall figure and that proud walk. Shaking hands, hugging Marines, thanking them all, as I tried to find my Marine. They were dressed in their fatigues worn and faded from the sweat and sun of the Sandbox. Some looked so tired, some so happy to be home. One Marine holding his baby for the first time, was so moving. What joy. The rain came down on us all, but I don't think we even noticed the cold or wet. The tears of joy flowed from our eyes, and there he was standing in front of us, grinning from ear to ear. A site to behold. He had seen the hell of war, and made it home. My son was home, he was safe for now. So proud of my Marine, so filled with overflowing joy, he is a true Marine. He made it home, however, he did not let me fail to remember those who did not make it home. The hugs that I wanted to last forever around his disciplined body, were also for those hugs that would not be felt by some. My heart ached for those families who were not able to feel what I was feeling. My Marine will not forget his brothers that came home with him, and his brothers that did not. War is hell. Thank God for our Marines who did make it home, and I pray for all the families of those who lost loved ones in this war. What a great great homecoming for me. |

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Good luck on that one, Carol
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February 02, 2005
SecDef on the Iraqi Election

Here's Donald Rumsfeld's message to our troops:
On January 30th in Iraq, the world witnessed an important moment in the global struggle against tyranny, a moment that historians might one day call a major turning point. America's men and women in uniform, who were instrumental in the liberation of Iraq, were there to witness this moment as well. |
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The price paid for freedom

Last week, when television networks broke the story of a helicopter crash with Marines on board, each family of a Marine in Iraq held their breath, mentally evaluating where their child or husband or sibling was located, what the odds were that they might be on that chopper, trying not to think of what might be on the other side of a knock at their door. For 31 families of Marines on that helicopter, that terrible calculus was proved. Their loved one will not be coming home.
Darrell Ankarlo, whose son LCpl Adam Ankarlo serves with 1/3 Marines, has posted his son's account to his website. The following is an excerpt:
As most Americans know by now, we lost 31 of our boys last Tuesday when the CH-53 Sea Stallion they were flying in went down in an Iraqi field about 200 miles west of Baghdad. When the incident first crossed my news wire I was only seconds from going on the air. It took my breath away and I prayed a quiet prayer for all of the families but, to be honest, I never even considered that Adam, a Lance Corporal in the Corp, would be in that part of the country. Days earlier he told me his team would be moving out but even he was uncertain where they would land. |
The full story is heart-stopping - do visit his website and read the full story. Sheila Smith, wife of a deployed soldier in Afghanistan, shared her reaction to Darrell's account.
I was at Kaneohe Marine Corp Base yesterday with my son. We had gone there to look at cars and stop by the commissary to pick up a couple of things for dinner with a friend. As I entered the gate I noticed the Marines in their formal attire and then my heart sank. I looked to my left and there was the statue of the Marines as they were raising the United States Flag and gathered around this statue were families, friends and loved ones of the 27 Marines who were killed in this helicopter crash. I can only tell you that my heart stopped and all the trivial things of this world didn't seem to matter. What mattered was that someone had lost a husband, father, son, brother or best friend. I too felt a strange sense of guilt like this man's son felt. I know our guilt was different but I thought Lord I have lived my life why these young men? How can I be so blessed that my husband has seen combat and death but will be coming home to me? Lord what does it all mean? I pulled over on the side of the road and I looked at each face of those standing there, I looked at the flag as it blew in the wind and I realized the price that these young men and the numerous others had paid for the freedom we experience. As I say that flag blow freely in the wind I cried and I ached at the price that had been paid for it and I remembered what my husband said "It's what we do Shelia, it's what we do". I ask my self at that very moment what do we do? What do we do with the freedom that these lives have afforded us? I never want to forget that moment. I never want to forget the price that has been paid for our flag to fly across this great country. |
May God bless and comfort all the 1/3 Marines - Darrell's son, Liam's brother, each and every one. I will attend the memorial service for Cpl James Moore - one of those 30 Marines - from Roseburg, OR tomorrow afternoon. If anyone would like to e-mail condolences, I'll include them in a sympathy card for the family.
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After-election report from Mamudiyah
Here's the most recent message from LtCol Mark Smith, shared by Marine Mom Linda Kelly:
As you are all probably already aware, the polls have closed in Iraq. Due to the historic significance of this day and YOUR loved ones role in it, and while I have just a few minutes, I must communicate a few things to you. |
Unstoppable pride, yes. Absolutely yes.
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February 01, 2005
"Would I vote if I thought I might be killed for doing so?"
In another message posted just before the elections, LtCol Mark Smith passed along a message from one of his officers, Major David Durham.
It is far too momentous an occasion for you not to share in the lives of YOUR Marine at this point in time and space. What I can tell you is we are in our election set. We have prepared for every possible, conceivable act our cowardly and evil enemy might throw at us, and the Iraqi people. There is electricity in the air! This must have been how the Minutemen felt. |
From Maj David Durham:
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Continue reading for Major Durham's list of gallant men who risked all to ensure a free country for their descendents . . . and reflect on his question: "would I vote if I thought I might be killed for doing so."
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More from the Mad Ghosts of Mamudiyah
Here is an e-mail updates from LtCol Mark Smith from proud Marine Mom Linda Kelly. It's the first of two from him - he's quite a writer and I sincerely hope he puts these into book form someday.
Very good evening to all of you. It is my sincere hope that this letter continues to find you in high spirits, good health and filled with motivation for the challenges that lie ahead. I fully realize that with over half of the deployment behind you, the stress grows even more intense as your longing for your loved one morphs into an intense desire. This is ultimately good, but also can bring with it side effects that can be very challenging. Well, just for example, my email in-box was filled this week with hate mail for me on decisions that I had made, that several wives and girlfriends were in bitter opposition to. Now, I have always shot straight with my beloved ladies of 2/24, and have always said to feel free to contact me with questions or concerns, but I do wish that when I receive hate mail that it be based on facts, and not on decisions I never made! See, many people were spun out of control by a rumor concerning liberty in Germany. This rumor, and the emails that bombarded my wartop computer as a result are but a bug's flatulation in the grand scheme of life, but are symptomatic of a larger, and potentially more devastating effect. The effect of lack of understanding. You see ladies, I will be addressing redeployment and homecoming within the next week or two. And, I have no doubt that some of the decisions and RESTRICTIONS that will surround the Battalion's redeployment will not be welcome news for many of you. But, what I need all to understand, is that like all other decisions, the manner in which we handle redeployment and reunion issues will be based on what is best for the Marines, and what is best for the families. Even if it does not appear that way, that is what it will be. It will be that way because, despite my boyish looks (HA!), I am forty years old. And, in that forty years, I have twenty three in the beloved Corps. I have mobilized three times and deployed to war twice. In that time, I have learned a few things from my master, the USMC. And folks, I have to tell you, my master is very good at what she does. And, one of the things she does is deployment and redeployment. We know what we are doing. AND AGAIN, we will do it in a manner most beneficial to the YOUR MARINE and to YOU! Even if it does not appear that way to you. However, the details of which will have to wait for a few days, because total focus right now, hate mail notwithstanding, is the elections. |
![]() | First picture is of the blast site. This could have been anyone's family! |
| Second picture is the Sheikh's reception of us days after the attack. Notice the spread he provided us. Think his will has been broken? Then why should ours even be in question. | ![]() |
"A government of the people." Where have I heard that before? |
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Look! I'm an Action Hero!
An Islamic Jihad website posted a picture, claiming to have abducted a US soldier. Here's the ABC news story:
Iraqi militants claimed in a Web statement Tuesday to have taken an American soldier hostage and threatened to behead him in 72 hours unless the Americans release Iraqi prisoners. The U.S. military said it was investigating, but the claim's authenticity could not be immediately confirmed. |
So far, no soldiers are missing and the picture bears a strong resemblance to "Cody", an action figure produced by Dragon Models USA for sale at U.S. bases in Kuwait.

I'm going to feel really bad if this turns out to be legit, but I sincerely doubt that the terrorists would get more than a name, rank, and UPC number out of this guy . . . and that only from reading the box he arrived in. Sheesh.
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January 31, 2005
E-mails from the Syrian border
Here's my son's thoughts on Saturday, before the election:
I feel its going to be a dangerous mission to secure those people voting. The local insurgency is planning attacks. That's nothing new. But this is the best trained fighting organization in the world and we will accomplish this mission. |
And Sunday night, after the election:
People around here actually went out and voted So thats cool. Despite death threats and mines placed in the roads. That's pretty cool. |
Very cool indeed - especially when you consider that those brave Iraqis had to travel to another town, 12 miles away, over one of the most dangerous stretches of road in Iraq, in order to vote. Way cool.
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A legacy of a free and democratic Iraq
Carrie shares this message, sent to friends and familes of the 1st Marine Division from the Commanding General.
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Amen.
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January 30, 2005
I am a Marine mom and I couldn't be prouder....
Carrie Costantini has added another title to her list - proud Marine Mom to PFC Zack Costantini. That smile in the picture below will bring memories to Marine Moms everywere, including proud Marine grandmother Pat Costantini who is the mother to the other Marine in the picture - Carrie's husband, LtCol William Costantini, who commands the 1st Light Armored Reconnaissance Battalion.

On this particular January morning, I was thinking to myself that I had been a Marine wife for 19 years. 19 years of deployments, birthday balls, key volunteers...in other words..seen it, done it, bought the t-shirt. |
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