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This was a blog post of mine from a few years ago. It may get me flamed but it may give some insight to the motivation behind my last post. I wrote it the day after the initial push into Iraq started. Enjoy. Ha! :-)
Last night, while discussing the war, I was reminded of a conversation I had a little more than four years ago. In March of 2003 on one of the first few days of the Iraq invasion, I was sitting in the snug at Sean Donlon’s watching the news with an old friend of mine. Often the two of us joke about how we served in the Marine Corps together some 26 years ago. It is technically true because we were in the same Battalion but the joke is that the Battalion was 1st Battalion at Paris Island where I was a recruit in boot camp and he was a Drill Instructor in another platoon. I would see him in the chow hall and on the grinder but we did not know each other at the time and never served together after that. We didn’t become friends until shortly after we both separated from the service. It turns out we are from the same hometown and we have been best of friends since. As we sat there sipping beer and intently watching the news for any update or progress report on the initial push toward Baghdad we were approached by two women and a man, all in there twenties. They had overheard portions of our conversation and knew we were Marines of some sort. As everyone knows, during the weeks previous to the invasion there had been a great deal of debate and discussion on the news and endless arguing from one side or the other. The guy in the group that approached us politely asked us, “What do you think about all this?” “It appears to be going well so far,” I replied. “No, I mean what do you think of us going in there?” My friend, trying to watch a news report at the same time, gestured toward the TV and answered, “Well, it seems pretty complicated but right now is not the time for us to analyze it.” Seemingly surprised by that answer one of the women asked, “Would you go?” “What do you mean?” I said. “Would you go over there and invade with them?” Still not really understanding what she meant, I smiled and said, “Well, we are a little too old for them to take us. Not too old if we had stayed in but having been out for a while we are too old for them to take the time to retrain us on all of the new equipment.” Sounding a little exasperated at my lack of understanding she said, “No, I mean would you go over there and invade with them or would you, like, go to Canada or something?” (She really did say “like”) We were both a little bit stunned and looked at each other and laughed. I just smiled and simply said, “Yes. Of course we would go.” Apparently not noticing the dismissive tone of our laughs and smiling she persisted and said, “Really? I can’t believe that.” My friend stopped smiling and in the most polite tone of voice summed up our feelings perfectly by saying, “Honey, I’d carry their water.” “You would what?” “I’d carry their water,” he repeated. “What do you mean by that?” she said. “I mean, if my phone rang tomorrow and they said “we need you” I would pack my trash and get on the bus. Even if the need was to simply carry water up to the guys doing the fighting.”
That, folks, describes perfectly the feelings of those of us who have served in the past and are not there with them now. It doesn’t matter if we are for or against the war. It is not because we want to go kill people or die ourselves. It is simply because good, no, Great Marines are doing the job and we would do anything, and I mean anything to help them in any way we can. In our hearts we walk with them on patrols, take chest thumping pride in their successes and weep with them in their losses.
There is a poster out now that shows a picture of a Soldier down on one knee and the print reads “The task ahead of you is never as great as the power behind you.” Of course this is referring to God. For every Marine on the battlefield there are a 100,000 “old guys” like my friend and I standing behind God standing behind them saying, “I’d carry their water.”
Semper Fidelis-God, Country, Corps.
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