Forwarded, with thanks, from Charlie MacNeil
Every American should read this.
The Last Six Seconds"
One can hardly conceive of the enormous grief held quietly within General
Kelly as he spoke.
On Nov 13, 2010, Lt General John Kelly, USMC, gave a speech to the Semper
Fi Society of St. Louis , MO. This was four days after his son, Lt Robert
Kelly, USMC, was killed by an IED while on his 3rd Combat tour. During his
speech, General Kelly spoke about the dedication and valor of our young
men and women who step forward each and every day to protect us.
During the speech, he never mentioned the loss of his own son. He closed
the speech with the moving account of the last six seconds in the lives of
two young Marines who died with rifles blazing to protect their brother
Marines.
"I will leave you with a story about the kind of people they are, about
the quality of the steel in their backs, about the kind of dedication they
bring to our country while they serve in uniform and forever after as
veterans. Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi
forces, in fact, the 22nd of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions,
1/9 "The Walking Dead," and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One
battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon,
the other just starting its seven-month combat tour. Two Marines, Corporal
Jonathan Yale and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old
respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at
the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks
housing 50 Marines. The same broken down ramshackle building was also home
to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the
terrorists in Ramadi, a city
until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda.
Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and
daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and whom he supported
as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000.
Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island
They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the
Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple
America 's exist simultaneously depending on one's race, education level,
economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were
Marines, combat Marines, forged in the same crucible of Marine training,
and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if
they were born of the same woman.
The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure
went something like, "Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no
unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass. You clear?"
I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison
something like, "Yes Sergeant," with just enough attitude that made the
point without saying the words, "No kidding 'sweetheart', we know what
we're doing." They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up
their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in
the Sophia section of Ramadi, Al Anbar, Iraq .
A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way - perhaps
60-70 yards in length, and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete
jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted
and detonated, killing them both catastrophically. Twenty-four brick
masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away
collapsed. The truck's engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking
most of a house down before it stopped. Our explosive experts reckoned the
blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives. Two died, and because these
two young infantrymen didn't have it in their DNA to run from danger, they
saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.
When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it
happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about
this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded is
commonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to
stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that
is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different. The regimental
commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that
there were no American witnesses to the event - just Iraqi police. I
figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and
then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I'd have to
do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the
bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had
any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a general
officer.
I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen
Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down
into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the
serpentine. They all said, "We knew immediately what was going on as soon
as the two Marines began firing." The Iraqi police then related that some
of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the
explosion. All survived. Many were injured, some seriously. One of the
Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, "They'd run like any
normal man would to save his life." "What he didn't know until then," he
said, "And what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not
normal." Choking past the emotion he said, "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."
What we didn't know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later
after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous
Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in
the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the
Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck
entered the alley until it detonated.
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 ( I deleted) 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.
We Marines believe that God gave America the greatest gift he could bestow
to man while he lived on this earth - freedom. We also believe he gave us
another gift nearly as precious - our soldiers, sailors, airmen, U S
Customs and Border Patrol, Coast Guardsmen, and Marines - to safeguard
that gift and guarantee no force on this earth can ever steal it away.
It has been my distinct honor to have been with you here today. Rest
assured our America, this experiment in democracy started over two
centuries ago, will forever remain the "land of the free and home of the
brave" so long as we never run out of tough young Americans who are
willing to look beyond their own self-interest and comfortable lives, and
go into the darkest and most dangerous places on earth to hunt down, and
kill, those who would do us harm.
God Bless America , and SEMPER FIDELIS !"
IT WOULD BE NICE (GREAT!) TO SEE the message spread if more would pass it
on. Semper Fi, God Bless America and God Bless the United States Marine
Corps...
Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever.
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