Got this on email from a friend and if your anti-military, do yourself a favor and don't read it:
Hot and sunny on Good Friday... quiet in Fallujah and Ar Ramadi. The
Coalition has announced a pause in offensive operations. Humanitarian
aid is being searched and then allowed into the city of Fallujah. Defensive
operations continue 24/7. It is all war, all the time. The bad guys are
regrouping. So are the Marines. The brawl will begin again... probably
tonight. All intel points to the bad guys redistributing ammo, enlisting
kids in the fight and moving for new cover. Convoys are limited... danger
of ambush is high. Life in Blue Diamond continues, with an edge.
Imagine a place the size of Lakeland Shores with 5 times the population.
One asphalt street, two dirt roads. Due to the siege..no sanitation service for
three day..that includes pumping satellites... We are on the edge of the town...
we see the minarets of the city and we hear the imams sermons as they rail
against us... good thing few here understand Arabic, cause I can tell you the
preachers weren't teaching the golden rule today.
Morale, sky high... extra intensity... friends are on the line. The senior nco's
and officers here, feel the pull the most. They have served with or trained
everyone on the line... The Corps is a small community. This is very personal.
If a person can do something to help the outcome of the fight... they'll find a
way. It's that kind of day... all for one, one for all.
I divide the day; Holy Week service planning, convoy prayers, and COC
intercessory prayers. First, I go to the DIV Chaplain office to meet with the
command Chaplain, Chaplain Divine... the fighting Irishman. What a man.
RC Christians... be proud... you've got a great priest here. He spares nothing
to get to his marines. He loves marines and he loves God. He waded into
Ar Ramadi during the fire fight, three days ago... to provide ministry at the
aid station... came back weary but satisfied he was where he was needed.
He's on the road, to all the FOB's ministering to marines. I had the privilege
of praying for him, this morning. If he goes down the morale in this Division
would take a huge hit. They love him.
Second, I work to coordinate Good Friday, Easter Sunrise and Protestant
Easter Service. Having services in a war zone is a little different. A) We
have to worry about getting large numbers of people in one place. One mortar
round into the right place and you could kill a lot of marines. B) Organists
are in sort supply and we don't have an organ. Music? C) We are going to
worship and it will be well attended... We need Easter... because we live in
the valley of the shadow of death... we need the resurrection.
Third, twice a day I go to the 'Cave'... the combat operations center... which
is housed in a former palace... poorly lit and the hub of fighting the battle... I
stand in the corner and pray for each person/position and those they represent.
I don't know many of them, but God does. I pray for wisdom, strength, mercy,
endurance and God's presence for each warrior all those they serve or
represent. I cover the Cave and the battlefield as I look at live imagery
projected on the wall.
I don't know how the marines do it... but the COC is loaded with strack
looking marines. The senior NCOs all look like NFL lineman. The junior
officers look like marathon runners and the mid-grade officers look like NFL
halfbacks... the senior officers are lean, tanned and serious... deadly serious.
The place exudes the warrior spirit. If you are a civilian I can't explain it and
won't apologize for it. If you are a veteran you don't need to have it explained...
the warrior spirit. These marines are in a street fight. They don't have the word
'lose' in their vocabulary. They've been bloodied and their anger is up. The
intensity in the COC is contagious.
This is a tribe of warriors. They exist to close with and destroy the enemy.
They have their tribal mores, rituals and rites. Their enemy has desecrated
members of the tribe and taunted the marines. They've asked for a fight. The
marines are in full pursuit and absolutely determined to annihilate their foe.
I'm sure that sounds harsh to politically correct ears and those for whom
this type of violence is anachronistic. It does not sound foreign here... it is
status quo. We are in a violent land, with an evil element and they are having
violence visited upon them. There is no room here for half measures. This is
a test of wills... one side will prevail. That is clearly understood and never
discussed... it is obvious. We aren't playing paintball... we are at war.
Fourth, Convoy prayers... convoys go out of here regularly. I hunt them
down... pass out a small card with a convoy prayer on it and then gather
whoever wants to pray and we pray. The number of prayers is going up,
hourly, as the ambushes continue. Here's how intense it has become...
Today's standard preconvoy brief now includes the following: "If you drive
into the kill zone... two options... drive through and on, or reverse and drive
out. Do not stop. If you are blocked into the kill zone... displace from the
vehicle, find cover, fix the target, engage, maneuver and destroy the hostile
forces.
Target selection rules have changed. Avoid civilians, if possible. Hostile
forces are now using civilians as shields. We are not interested in losing
more marines. If you can avoid putting civilians in your line of fire, avoid
it. If not,fire to take out the hostile forces." Implication? Chilling... we've
entered a new dimension. We are fighting an enemy who respects no laws
of humanity, knows no rules of land warfare and gives no quarter. How do
we fight, without become barbarians ourselves?
Fifth, ministry of presence... in a place this small... I walk from shop to
shop and just say, 'hi'. Can't tell you the number of times someone says...
"Hey, chappy... it's great to have you here." Something about seeing a
chaplain is calming to folks this close to the fight.
Good Friday in Ar Ramadi..while you're having lunch, I'll lead the evening
Good Friday service. We will remember our Savior who willingly laid down
His life that we might live... and we'll be thinking about young marines and
soldiers who are willingly putting their lives on the line so Iraqis can be free...
no greater love hath a man than to lay down his life for his brother...
Good Friday to you,
John
[ April 14, 2004, 04:20 PM: Message edited by: Schmoe ]
Hot and sunny on Good Friday... quiet in Fallujah and Ar Ramadi. The
Coalition has announced a pause in offensive operations. Humanitarian
aid is being searched and then allowed into the city of Fallujah. Defensive
operations continue 24/7. It is all war, all the time. The bad guys are
regrouping. So are the Marines. The brawl will begin again... probably
tonight. All intel points to the bad guys redistributing ammo, enlisting
kids in the fight and moving for new cover. Convoys are limited... danger
of ambush is high. Life in Blue Diamond continues, with an edge.
Imagine a place the size of Lakeland Shores with 5 times the population.
One asphalt street, two dirt roads. Due to the siege..no sanitation service for
three day..that includes pumping satellites... We are on the edge of the town...
we see the minarets of the city and we hear the imams sermons as they rail
against us... good thing few here understand Arabic, cause I can tell you the
preachers weren't teaching the golden rule today.
Morale, sky high... extra intensity... friends are on the line. The senior nco's
and officers here, feel the pull the most. They have served with or trained
everyone on the line... The Corps is a small community. This is very personal.
If a person can do something to help the outcome of the fight... they'll find a
way. It's that kind of day... all for one, one for all.
I divide the day; Holy Week service planning, convoy prayers, and COC
intercessory prayers. First, I go to the DIV Chaplain office to meet with the
command Chaplain, Chaplain Divine... the fighting Irishman. What a man.
RC Christians... be proud... you've got a great priest here. He spares nothing
to get to his marines. He loves marines and he loves God. He waded into
Ar Ramadi during the fire fight, three days ago... to provide ministry at the
aid station... came back weary but satisfied he was where he was needed.
He's on the road, to all the FOB's ministering to marines. I had the privilege
of praying for him, this morning. If he goes down the morale in this Division
would take a huge hit. They love him.
Second, I work to coordinate Good Friday, Easter Sunrise and Protestant
Easter Service. Having services in a war zone is a little different. A) We
have to worry about getting large numbers of people in one place. One mortar
round into the right place and you could kill a lot of marines. B) Organists
are in sort supply and we don't have an organ. Music? C) We are going to
worship and it will be well attended... We need Easter... because we live in
the valley of the shadow of death... we need the resurrection.
Third, twice a day I go to the 'Cave'... the combat operations center... which
is housed in a former palace... poorly lit and the hub of fighting the battle... I
stand in the corner and pray for each person/position and those they represent.
I don't know many of them, but God does. I pray for wisdom, strength, mercy,
endurance and God's presence for each warrior all those they serve or
represent. I cover the Cave and the battlefield as I look at live imagery
projected on the wall.
I don't know how the marines do it... but the COC is loaded with strack
looking marines. The senior NCOs all look like NFL lineman. The junior
officers look like marathon runners and the mid-grade officers look like NFL
halfbacks... the senior officers are lean, tanned and serious... deadly serious.
The place exudes the warrior spirit. If you are a civilian I can't explain it and
won't apologize for it. If you are a veteran you don't need to have it explained...
the warrior spirit. These marines are in a street fight. They don't have the word
'lose' in their vocabulary. They've been bloodied and their anger is up. The
intensity in the COC is contagious.
This is a tribe of warriors. They exist to close with and destroy the enemy.
They have their tribal mores, rituals and rites. Their enemy has desecrated
members of the tribe and taunted the marines. They've asked for a fight. The
marines are in full pursuit and absolutely determined to annihilate their foe.
I'm sure that sounds harsh to politically correct ears and those for whom
this type of violence is anachronistic. It does not sound foreign here... it is
status quo. We are in a violent land, with an evil element and they are having
violence visited upon them. There is no room here for half measures. This is
a test of wills... one side will prevail. That is clearly understood and never
discussed... it is obvious. We aren't playing paintball... we are at war.
Fourth, Convoy prayers... convoys go out of here regularly. I hunt them
down... pass out a small card with a convoy prayer on it and then gather
whoever wants to pray and we pray. The number of prayers is going up,
hourly, as the ambushes continue. Here's how intense it has become...
Today's standard preconvoy brief now includes the following: "If you drive
into the kill zone... two options... drive through and on, or reverse and drive
out. Do not stop. If you are blocked into the kill zone... displace from the
vehicle, find cover, fix the target, engage, maneuver and destroy the hostile
forces.
Target selection rules have changed. Avoid civilians, if possible. Hostile
forces are now using civilians as shields. We are not interested in losing
more marines. If you can avoid putting civilians in your line of fire, avoid
it. If not,fire to take out the hostile forces." Implication? Chilling... we've
entered a new dimension. We are fighting an enemy who respects no laws
of humanity, knows no rules of land warfare and gives no quarter. How do
we fight, without become barbarians ourselves?
Fifth, ministry of presence... in a place this small... I walk from shop to
shop and just say, 'hi'. Can't tell you the number of times someone says...
"Hey, chappy... it's great to have you here." Something about seeing a
chaplain is calming to folks this close to the fight.
Good Friday in Ar Ramadi..while you're having lunch, I'll lead the evening
Good Friday service. We will remember our Savior who willingly laid down
His life that we might live... and we'll be thinking about young marines and
soldiers who are willingly putting their lives on the line so Iraqis can be free...
no greater love hath a man than to lay down his life for his brother...
Good Friday to you,
John
[ April 14, 2004, 04:20 PM: Message edited by: Schmoe ]