Sleep Peacefully Tonight

No; it’s not National BBQ Day.

 

It seems to me that too many people have no idea what Memorial Day stands for or why it is important. It’s always been my hope that by sharing details of a specific event that we would all gain a greater appreciation of what Lincoln meant when he said that “they gave the last full measure of devotion”. To that end, here is a list of my previous Memorial Day entries.

Memorial Day

On Eternal Patrol

They Were Expendable

No Greater Love

Some Gave All

This year’s entry is based on a great article from Business Insider about a speech given by then-Lt General John Kelly, four days after he lost his own son.

Nine years ago, two US Marines from very different walks of life met for the first time when they were put on guard duty at 7:30 in the morning…

Just minutes later, the pair of Marines guarding a gate in Ramadi, Iraq, were staring down a large blue truck packed with 2,000 pounds of explosives. They could have sought cover, like an Iraqi policeman on the scene who ran away and lived.

Instead, Lance Cpl. Jordan Haerter and Cpl. Jonathan Yale stood their ground…

Because there were no US witnesses of the event, General Kelly went to Ramadi to interview the Iraqi policeman that did see the incident to increase the odds of posthumous medals being awarded. One of the Iraqi policemen told him:

“Sir, in the name of God no sane man would have stood there and done what they did.”

“No sane man.”

“They saved us all.”

Here is General Kelly’s summary of the incident based on his interviews and a review of security camera footage:

You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before: ” … let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.”

The two Marines had about five seconds left to live. It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were—some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.

For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing non-stop…the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the son-of-a-bitch who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers—American and Iraqi—bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground. If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe … because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber.

The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.

The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God.

Six seconds.

Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty … into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight—for you.

Because of two brave Marines standing watch, 50 fellow Marines and 100 Iraqi policemen lived to fight another day. This incident reminded me of a line frequently attributed to George Orwell:

People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.


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    Becton901
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    Thank God there’s no bickering on this site.

    #134131
    McCallum
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    Gotta agree with Becton.

    The world is so much better because it is inclusive and tolerant.

    It is nearly as exciting as an episode of Rhoda.

    McCallum

    #134132
    Becton901
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    I would make some snarky comment on the Vichy president, but it would probably attract moths to the flame from the other site.

    #134133
    McCallum
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    I like it when moths come to the flame. Beats the hell out of watching the paint dry.

    I doubt they realize they are sucking the fun out of life.

    2 + 2 = whatever

    McCallum

    #134143
    McCallum
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    You gotta love the silence of tolerance, diversity and inclusion.

    Like the Maoists they’ve unknowingly imitated, just keep to party line……I mean sports.

    McCallum

    #134148
    McCallum
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    Hmmmmm

    Hubert Davis is the new coach at the People’s Republic of chapel hill.

    I wonder if the Thigpen lawyer from Robbins is still bragging about ol’ Hubie pouring the coal to his daughter back in the day.

    Peace out

    McCallum

    #134623
    Becton901
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    Any of you old farts still get notifications of posts here?

    #134624
    McCallum
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    Nah.

    Have they killed the other site as well?

    McCallum

    #134625
    Becton901
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    Nope, it’s still the same old pissing match between rational people and irrational dumbasses. There’s a couple of threads that I read occasionally. One about covid lockdown jokes, and one about “I learned something new today”. So far the pissing and moaning haven’t reached those threads yet.

    With the appointment of the new czar of misinfo, real news may be hard to come by.

    #134626
    McCallum
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    Bec,

    I was making reference to Packfanswithnothingtotakeaboutnation.

    The PackPride booted me back in 03-04. Between the Chamber of Commerce crowd and the neo-con loonies, my strident comments had me out of there in about 1 week.

    But here in our little green valley humor still abounds; children are still picked on/belittled, a range of intolerant jokes are told and we piss in the sink when nobody is looking.

    McCallum

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    Becton901
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    I never perused packfansnation. After reading your post, I made the attempt, but apparently you have to make an account to see anything. Not happening.

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    Becton901
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    Anyone awake?

    #136631
    Becton901
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    So,
    I had to travel down east for work and on the way back I diverted a bit so I could stop by the campus. During summer break thankfully.
    It had been quite a long while since I’d been back. Probably 25-30 years.
    Sat peacefully in the Quad for a while. Did a little daydreaming while remembering the pranks we pulled. We had a first floor room that was ground level. We put an outdoor speaker just outside our window hidden in the bushes by the walkway to Berry dorm. Had a microphone hooked up through our amplifier. For about a week we’d snort like a pig at unsuspecting chicks when they were just past the speaker. Later,when word got around, we just started talking to them.

    Next thing, tennis ball cannons were a big thing on those long hallways. When I went home one weekend,I noticed that the inside diameter of a telescoping screwjack post was a little larger than a tennis ball. With a little modification it became the macdaddy of all tennis ball guns. We could stand at one end of the hall and shoot through the window of the other end. RA never said a thing.

    Anyway, I ended up finding the bookstore. It’s not in the same place. Bought a sweatshirt for my daughter.

    Walked over to Mitch’s and had a nice meal and a couple beers. Damn. Long time ago. Talked to the manager. Told him I still had one of their glass pitchers that somehow ended up being tossed over the edge of the stairs and caught by my buddy. He said if I ever made it back, bring the pitcher and they’d put it up on the wall.
    I think they probably use plastic ones now.

    All that to say, I truly hope that we can sleep peacefully in the future, but I’m afraid that our young men only died to temporarily preserve that peace.

    Becton

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