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Brad’s excellent piece about the weak-minded simps on the far-left being anti-Israel, and openly sympathetic to Hamas, can be corroborated around most any college campus on either coast. Leftist Progressive “intellectuals” of all ages rail against Israel and the Jews so vehemently that it would make Julius Streicher blush. They are too dogmatic and stupid to figure out that Hamas would perpetrate on Israeli men, women, and children precisely what ISIS did this week, when it massacred some 1,500 young Iraqi men (filming much of it) in scenes reminiscent of SS Einsatzgruppen on the Eastern Front. All Hamas lacks is the means. Which leftists in this country (which include Mssrs Kerry and Obama) seem ever so willing to give them. To those who would recoil at such a comparison, I would ask, just what do you think “destruction of the Zionist Jews” means? Hamas is also supported wholeheartedly with weapons and money (so much the more since sanctions were lifted) by our old friend Iran. (Whom we are told we should trust not to build a nuclear weapon. They don’t mean what they say about annihilating Israel, either.)
This willful blindness is, however, not a new paradigm. Obama’s, and the American media’s, pandering to Muslims and outright sympathy for Hamas and its soulless butchers in Gaza, have a familiar ring to them. Who else but the incomparable Kipling tells us of such a precedent?
Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:
His sword and his rifle were bossed with gold,
And the Peacock Banner his henchmen bore
Was stiff with bullion, but stiffer with gore.
He shot at the strong and he slashed at the weak
From the Salween scrub to the Chindwin teak:
He crucified noble, he scarified mean,
He filled old ladies with kerosene:
While over the water the papers cried,
“The patriot fights for his countryside!”
So there you have it. That said, rather than seeing members of Hamas squashed by a fat railroad employee, I would be ever so happy to see some fuel-air explosive dropped on one of their parades. Same with ISIS. Too bad Obama, the media, and the far-left are so sympathetic to the former and indifferent about the latter. T’ain’t much new under the sun.
In a stunning reversal of his previous equivocation regarding US involvement in the worsening security situation in Iraq, President Obama stated that the US is prepared to act with strength and decisiveness to help defeat the ISIS radical jihadist forces that have engulfed several major cities and killed many thousands of Iraqis.
There. That’ll show ‘em. Worked like a charm with Boko Haram in Nigeria, too. They certainly have mended their ways. Administration officials speculate that the Islamic Extremist fighters that have invaded Iraq have little chance of resisting the pressure of tweets and re-tweets that show support for the Iraqi people, and will be forced to withdraw. On the outside chance that somehow ISIS can withstand such an onslaught of social media, the President is prepared to conjure his best “I’m not kidding” expression and talk about “consequences”, possibly even “dire consequences”. No word yet on whether or not Secretary of State Kerry will scold ISIS for “behaving in a 7th Century fashion”. New White House Press Secretary Josh Earnest was quoted as saying, “The President is making the best of a situation left him by the previous Administration, which is responsible for declaring the war over and abandoning Iraq to its fate. Wait, ….what? That was us? You sure? No more questions!”
Gawd, we are so screwed.
Congratulations to General Joseph Dunford, nominated by Secretary of Defense Hagel to be the 36th Commandant of the Marine Corps. Marine Corps Times has the story.
I have known General Dunford a long time, since he was the MOI at Holy Cross in the late 80s. I had the distinct honor to serve with then-Colonel Dunford in Al Anbar in 2004, when he was MajGen Mattis’ Chief of Staff. BGen John Kelly was the ADC, and LtGen James Conway had the MEF (and the MEF SgtMaj was the incomparable Carlton Kent). What a team! Joe Dunford also skipped a pay grade. He was nominated for his second star, and before he pinned on his new rank, picked up his third star! Nearly unheard of in today’s day and age.
Lord knows, the Marine Corps needs a warrior, and an INFANTRY OFFICER at its helm. The infantryman is the very soul of the Marine Corps, and the Commandant should be someone who knows him and his comrades intimately. Besides, the Amos years have not been good.
Congratulations, General Joe Dunford. Our Marine Corps is in your capable hands. Right where it should be. Godspeed.
(I am willing to overlook that he went to BC High.)
H/T to LTCOL P
Well, that day has finally come. A bit of a strange sensation to leave your forties behind. Especially when you’re the youngest, you always picture yourself as being young. A childhood friend who lives in the area told me once that she still sort of thought of me as a little kid, because when she was ten years old, I was eight. Which made me laugh. Because I think I was 46 at the time. Yep, that is me above. First Grade, I believe. I was a cute little kid, and am still not sure how I managed to evolve into this present hideous visage without some sort of tragic and disfiguring event. But, here I am.
My “youthful outlook” consists largely of the sense of humor of 4th grader, who still giggles at cartoons, the Three Stooges, and bathroom humor. (My mother used to warn that I was “confusing crudity with sophistication”.) Anybody know where I can find re-runs of Beavis and Butthead?
I will say I do believe my 50th will be considerably less exciting than my 40th. I spent that one in Ramadi, with the first order of business being told we are heading into the Governor’s Compound no matter what condition Route Michigan was (and it was invariably BLACK in May and June that year). The operations staff sang Happy Birthday to me (thanks, Doc!), and we got mortared twice.
They say that 50 is the new 40. Perhaps it is. I am considerably “younger” than my parents were at the same age, as their generation did not get much exercise, and both of them smoked. I still play basketball with guys half my age, and can hold my own in the weight room. (I am not as strong at 50 as I was at 40, but I was stronger at 40 than 30.) And my golf game is, believe it or not, improving. But, running is really a chore these days, and has been since breaking my back in the early 90s. And I don’t heal nearly as quickly. But what the hell. Never up, never in.
I just have to get used to the fact that I am no longer the “young go-getter in Sector 7G”. Then again, I haven’t been for some time.
One cool fact about the day I was born is that it is 100 years to the day after the Battle of New Market. Various friends who are VMI Alum commemorate that battle as New Market Day, where the VMI Corps of Cadets participated in the fight against Franz Sigel’s Federals. Today is the 150th anniversary of the fight, one for which VMI should be justifiably proud. Just the same, LTCOL P should mention that it is not only the 150th commemoration of New Market, but URR’s 50th birthday! I am not asking for much, perhaps a stone monument somewhere….
I did attend the Pritzker Military Museum and Library’s exhibit opening of SEAL: The Unspoken Sacrifice. Again the exhibit features photographs from Stephanie Freid-Perenchio’s book SEAL: The Unspoken Sacrifice.
The exhibit also featured artifacts from the Navy SEAL Museum. These ranged from patches to uniforms to equipment used by the Teams throughout it’s rich history.
The exhbit opening was one of the most well attended event I’ve been to. A lot of the Library’s members were in attendance. There were also quite a few active duty and retired SEAL Team members there who were kind enough to answer questions about the Teams.
Perhaps the most poignant part of the exhibit was the offical U.S. Navy photo exhibit of Team members killed in action of training since 9/11/01.
I spent time looking at the photos and noticied a woman taking photographs of a few of the photographs. I asked her if she knew them and she said yes. Her husband (who was in attendance) served with them. There really isn’t anything you can say. I’m an outsider and as they say “for those who know, no explantion is necessary. In moments like these you feel insignifcant and everything else falls away and is trite by comparison. The best you can do is attempt to live by their example:
I always remember the story about the guy in BUDs who died in the pool during an excerise and was resuscitated.
And they passed him, even though he’d failed the excersie, because he was willing to take it to the absolute limit.
They can train around failure – you can’t train that sort of devotion to cause.
The only thing that seems right are the 2 words, “Thank you.”
SEALs killed in action or training since 9/11/01 (as of today):
ABH1 Roberts Neil C 3/4/2002
HMC Bourgeois Matthew J. 3/28/2002
IC1 Retzer Thomas E. 6/26/2003
PH1 Tapper David M. 8/20/2003
BM1 Ouellette Brian J. 5/29/2004
SO1 Harris Joshua T. 8/30/2008
SOC Freiwald Jason R. 9/11/2008
SOCS Marcum John W. 9/11/2008
SOC Brown Adam L. 3/17/2010
SOC Thomas Collin T. 8/18/2010
SO1 Nelson Caleb A. 10/1/2011
SO2 Kantor Matthew G. 11/1/2012
SO1 Ebbert Kevin R. 11/24/2012
SO1 Checque Nicholas D. 12/8/2012
SO1 Leathers Matthew J. 2/19/2013
LT Murphy Michael P. 6/28/2005
STG2 Axelson Matthew G. 6/28/2005
GM2 Dietz Danny P. 6/28/2005
FCC Fontan Jacques J. 6/28/2005
ITCS Healy Daniel R. 6/28/2005
LCDR Kristensen Erik S. 6/28/2005
ET1 Lucas Jeffrey A. 6/28/2005
LT McGreevy Michael M., Jr. 6/28/2005
MM1 Patton Shane E. 6/28/2005
QM2 Suh James E. 6/28/2005
HM1 Taylor Jeffrey S. 6/28/2005
SO2 Smith Adam O. 9/21/2010
LT Looney Brendan J. 9/21/2010
SO3 Miranda Denis 9/21/2010
SO1 Benson Darrik C. 8/6/2011
SOC Bill Brian R. 8/6/2011
SOC Campbell Christopher G. 8/6/2011
SOC Faas John W. 8/6/2011
SOC Houston Kevin A. 8/6/2011
LCDR Kelsall Jonas B. 8/6/2011
SOCM Langlais Louis J. 8/6/2011
SOC Mason Matthew D. 8/6/2011
SOC Mills Stephen M. 8/6/2011
SO1 Pittman Jesse D. 8/6/2011
SOCS Ratzlaff Thomas A. 8/6/2011
SOC Reeves Robert J. 8/6/2011
SOCS Robinson Heath M. 8/6/2011
SO2 Spehar Nicholas P. 8/6/2011
SO1 Tumilson Jon T. 8/6/2011
SOC Vaughn Aaron C. 8/6/2011
SOC Workman Jason R. 8/6/2011
SO1 Feeks Patrick D. 8/16/2012
SO2 Warsen David J. 8/16/2012
AO2 Lee Marc A. 8/2/2006
MA2 Monsoor Michael A. 9/29/2006
SO2 Schwedler Joseph C. 4/6/2007
SO1 Lewis Jason D. 7/6/2007
SOC Carter Mark T. 12/11/2007
SOC Hardy Nathan H. 2/4/2008
SOC Koch Michael E. 2/4/2008
CDR Oswald Peter G. 8/27/2002
ENS Pope Jerry O., II 10/16/2002
IT2 Maestas Mario G. 7/3/2003
HMCS Fitzhenry Theodore D. 6/15/2004
SO2 Ghane Shapoor A., Jr. 1/30/2008
SOCS Valentine Thomas J. 2/13/2008
SOC Vaccaro Lance M. 3/6/2008
SOC Shellenberger Erik F. 5/7/2009
SO2 Job Ryan C. 9/24/2009
SO2 Woodle Ronald T. 2/16/2010
SOC Shadle Brett D. 3/28/2013
SO3 Kaloust Jonathan H. 5/15/2013
Iraq battle began 10 years ago on April 6, exacting heavy Marine toll
“The Battle of Ramadi was pivotal for coalition operations in the province,” the 1st Marine Division announced. Marines and soldiers killed an estimated 250 rebels from April 6 to April 10, and “the fighting shattered the insurgent offensive.”
One hell of a price was paid by the Marines and Soldiers in that battle and in the subsequent months. Paul Kennedy’s 2nd Bn 4th Marines, the “Magnificent Bastards” were magnificent once again. 1st Bn 16th Infantry was, too. As was every other unit that contributed to the fight and to holding the line until the Awakening turned the tables a couple years later. The bravery, skill, and determination daily displayed in Ramadi and in Fallujah that April of 2004 is difficult to put into words.
It was the honor of a lifetime to serve under LtGen Conway, CG I MEF, and MajGen Mattis, CG 1st MarDiv. The Division ADC was John Kelly, and the Chief of Staff was Joe Dunford. The MEF SgtMaj was the incomparable Carlton Kent. Marines could never ask to be led by better. And, of course the friendships forged in such a place will last the rest of our days.
O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Semper Fidelis, Marines.