Still don't remember talking with you , I'm sure you are an interesting fellow perhaps you could say something interesting so we can both know how interesting you are .
Yes that is a thought he replied to you on my thread but still has me on ignore make sense yes that make's a lot of sense .
What the Veteran could do was contingent on what their Country would do .
A great soldier comes from a great Country they have mutual admiration .
10 years ago today I was sitting inside of a building of rubble getting ready to assault yet another house. I was thinking to myself "happy freakin veterans day"....It lacked context at the time. I had at that point been in straight up sustained, no holds barred, (like bayonets on rifles) combat since the decision was made to assault the city of Fallujah on the 8th or 9th of November...we didn't know we would be in another 4 weeks of daily fighting at the time. We didn't know if we were going to survive to the next day, or even the next hour. Being a veteran at that time didn't mean a whole lot and even if people tried to express to me gratitude, how on earth could I receive it in a way that could pay tribute to all the guys we would lose in those weeks? How could anyone ever understand anything that was happening to us? I was too busy trying to survive and killing...yes...lots of killing.
That was 10 years ago.
Now I can look back at the men we were. I can look back at the men I served with. How we could always laugh even when things got really bad. How they were able to do things that I didn't think were possible...I saw valor and sacrifice that I didn't know humans could muster...I saw the terrible price of war and the devastation that it brings...I also saw the enduring human spirit and how it can transcend any setback or tragedy.
I was attached to the 3rd Bn 1st Marines for this operation on Veterans Day 10 years ago...Semper Fi devil dogs, this soldier will stand his ground next to you guys any day.
10 years ago today I was sitting inside of a building of rubble getting ready to assault yet another house. I was thinking to myself "happy freakin veterans day"....It lacked context at the time. I had at that point been in straight up sustained, no holds barred, (like bayonets on rifles) combat since the decision was made to assault the city of Fallujah on the 8th or 9th of November...we didn't know we would be in another 4 weeks of daily fighting at the time. We didn't know if we were going to survive to the next day, or even the next hour. Being a veteran at that time didn't mean a whole lot and even if people tried to express to me gratitude, how on earth could I receive it in a way that could pay tribute to all the guys we would lose in those weeks? How could anyone ever understand anything that was happening to us? I was too busy trying to survive and killing...yes...lots of killing.
That was 10 years ago.
Now I can look back at the men we were. I can look back at the men I served with. How we could always laugh even when things got really bad. How they were able to do things that I didn't think were possible...I saw valor and sacrifice that I didn't know humans could muster...I saw the terrible price of war and the devastation that it brings...I also saw the enduring human spirit and how it can transcend any setback or tragedy.
I was attached to the 3rd Bn 1st Marines for this operation on Veterans Day 10 years ago...Semper Fi devil dogs, this soldier will stand his ground next to you guys any day.