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Christmas is a time of miracles. It’s a time to celebrate Good Tidings of Great Joy. A time when we put on display the inherent good will and love for our fellow man that so often lays dormant the rest of the year.

But mostly it’s a time of miracles. So as my Christmas gift to you, my fellow Rotties, my family, I give you this story of a miracle.

Merry Christmas everyone, may God Bless each and every one of you.

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Since the time of Imperial Rome man has gone to war with dogs by his side. In those barbaric days war dogs were unleashed to thin the enemy line and strike fear in their hearts. There was no thought to the dogs well being or to his other innate abilities, only the strength of is jaws, the sharpness of his teeth, and the viciousness of his heart.

Today we have a different relationship with our war dogs. They are valued as fellow soldiers and Marines, as special warriors with exceptional and unique skills. Their wounds are tended and their futures provided for. And it is an investment well worth the expense. Since WWII, war dogs have demonstrated their invaluable skills and devotion to their handlers. Their keen sense of smell could detect an ambush or sniper, and they could actually hear the wind “singing” across booby trap trip wires. Being more in tuned with their instincts, the could sense things that even the most combat experienced grunt would miss. There is the story of the Army dog handler in Viet Nam who received a new war dog, a rambunctious and stubborn German Shepherd. War dogs were in constant demand and the handler found his self on point with a dog who seemingly refused to listen to his commands. Moving through a field the dog would guide left, then right, going his own direction and ignoring the handler, who found his self along for the ride, as was the platoon following them. When they had crossed the field the platoon commander called a halt and approached the dog handler, who braced himself for an ass chewing of monumental proportions. Instead, the Lieutenant praised him and his dog for avoiding all of the mines and booby traps that his men had found at every “undisciplined” turn the dog had made. Later in his tour the same handler lay exposed and wounded in the middle of a firefight. The rambunctious Shepherd grabbed his LBE gear with his teeth and pulled him to safety. He then covered the handler with his own body and took five rounds that would have hit him instead. That kind of bond is as deep as any bond shared between men in combat. One such bond has come full circle this week.

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I’m sure many of you know of Pat Dollard. For those of you who don’t, the short version is that he was a Hollywood type who wanted to know the truth about Iraq, so he went and embedded with a Marine LAR platoon, on his own dime.

He filmed his time over there and has been working on a documentary about it. It is all real, unscripted, unpolished true life shit. Pat was able to get the Marines to accept him as one of them, and is evident in the film clips I have seen by the fact that they were themselves when the camera was rolling. No forced smiles. No guarding every word, no inhering distrust so evident when grunts speak to the “Media”. In fact as I watched some of it, it was like I was back in the Corps. Pat became one of them and was nearly killed in an IED attack that killed the Marines sitting on either side of him.

Pat wants to get the truth out about our brave men and the truly great work they have done, and are doing over there. Problem is that he apparently is having some “creative differences” with his producer. Pat is unequivocal about how the film will portray the Marines and his time with them. It has become his mission in life to make this documentary.

Short version of all this is that Pat needs $3,000 by Friday to keep his documentary alive. Trust me on this pups, this story needs to get out. So if y’all can find it in your hearts this Christmas season, why don’t ya help a brother out and shake loose a few shekels for a good cause. (h/t to Mike M for the heads up).

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In Unsung Glory #3 you read the story of Lt. Michael Murphy receiving the Medal of Honor for his heroic actions during an ambush of his SEAL team in Afghanistan. Of his four man team, only one man, Hospital Corpsman 1st Class Marcus Luttrell survived the firefight and began an amazing journey of escape and evasion until he was finally rescued on the night of July 2, 2005 with the help of some Afghani villagers. But it was not just the Afghanis who helped him that dark and moonless night.

The United State is somewhat unique in the way it values it’s fighting men. Most have probably heard the phrase “No man left behind”, but it is truly a catechism of the American Military that we will do what ever we can to bring a warrior home, dead or alive. So much so that an entire science of Combat Search And Rescue has been developed.

When it was learned that Petty Officer 1st Class Luttrell, who is now called “The One” in the SEAL community, was still alive, a full court press to rescue him was launched, the largest CSAR mission ever launched in the Afghanistan Campaign. As has been done so often in the past air crews sprang into action determined to bring him home.

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Here’s a little something to brighten your day. They also serve who stand and wait. (via Pat Dollard)

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So have you ever been somewhere and seen one of our Servicemen walk past? Maybe in an airport, or a mall? You wanted to say thank you, but it seemed awkward. Maybe you’ve done it before and there was an uncomfortable awkwardness on both your parts? That’s normal, especially for the warriors, who by nature tend to be somewhat humble.

Well, here’s a simple, unobtrusive way to say thank you.

Spread the word.

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Having a rough day? Christmas shopping getting to you? Boss on your back? Well, things could be a lot worse. Read these Marines stories and put your own problems in a little bit better perspective.

A few snippets.

It’s been a tough year: His father died, and his mother’s been sick. And some jerk stole the sergeant’s truck, which had been parked back home in Houston.

So what does he worry about? The other Marines wounded in the blast - and, especially, his Navy corpsman. The medic’s still in a coma down in Tampa Bay and may never come out of it. He’s never seen the child his wife delivered a few months ago.

Gunny Scott was burned over 40 percent of his body. He’s been in rehab for 16 months, with “too many operations to count.” Despite reconstructive surgery, his face still tells of wounds.

Fire shot through the vehicle. He suffered third-degree burns over 56 percent of his body, along with bone exposure. He looks fine now - but, under his garments, he has to keep his skin moisturized at all times.

Sgt. Martinez took shrapnel in his eyes. The retinal damage to his left eye limits him to three inches of vision. The right eye’s stronger, but his peripheral vision is gone and the discrepancy between his eyes prevents him from wearing corrective lenses as he walks. He’s at a point where further operations would only risk the vision that remains.

Now I’m not posting any of this to give you all a guilt trip. In fact, quite the opposite. Listen to how these Marines are dealing with their injuries.

His chief ambition is still to become a drill sergeant. Missing a leg, he arranged for the Marine Corps logo to be painted on his prosthesis. “I was back on my feet in three months,” he says proudly - but he still faces all-day therapy.

But this Marine’s Marine is 1,000 miles away from self-pity: “Hey, this is what I do for a living, this is what I chose.”

He’s come a long way, though. His parents had been at his bedside for two weeks before he “really” woke up in the burn center. Now he’s determined to move on: “For a long time, I was pretty depressed . . . for four or five months . . . but over time I came to grips with it: This is my new body.”

He was a police officer back home in Arkansas (the chief and his fellow officers came down to visit). That’s over now - but Traxson, who holds a degree in criminal justice, intends to go to law school. And he’s really looking forward to going home for Christmas.

The sergeant calls himself lucky: Others died. He’s alive, with a girlfriend he adores and college ahead. “Whatever I decide to do, I’ll get it done,” the Marine said.

Do not pity them. Do not feel guilt because you are whole while they are not, or that you allow your daily inconveniences to overwhelm you at times. Thats human after all. Instead use these mens bravery and fortitude as examples of true strength in facing real adversity. And while you are in the giving spirit this Christmas season, consider maybe plinking a little change towards the Fisher House or to the Warrior and Family Support Center by calling 1-888-343-HERO.

They gave for us after all.

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“Corpsman Up!”

Those two words have saved more Marines lives than can be counted. Fleet Marine Force Corpsmen, Navy “Docs” who serve with Marine units, are a platoons most valued asset. When called, no matter how precarious the firefight, the “Docs” are there, tending to “Their Marines” with a level of devotion that can not be adequately described by mere words alone.

On February 2nd 2006 Hospital Corpsman 3rd Class Joshua Chiarini, a native of Coventry R.I., was assigned to 1st Battalion 2nd Marines, 2nd Marine Division on his second tour in Anbar Province and was riding in the third vehicle of a four humvee patrol. He joined the Navy straight out of high school in 2000 and estimates that he has since been in at least 20 firefights, ridden in 30 convoys hit with IED’s and three suicide bombers, and has treated over 100 wounded Marines, never losing one.

At 1100 that morning the lead humvee of his patrol was engulfed in a dust cloud from a roadside bomb. Undamaged, the truck sped out of the kill zone and stopped to engage insurgents firing at them 400 meters away. Four of the five occupants, three Marines and an Iraqi interpreter called Kenny, set up defensive positions, while the fifth man stayed in the turret to provide cover with the vehicles machine gun. That was when the second, more powerful IED detonated. Kenny’s arm was nearly severed by the blast and all four of the dismounted men were wounded. The enemy fire intensified, pinning them down.

Doc Chiarini was unaware of this however. Dust and distance had kept him from seeing the humvee speed ahead and get hit by the second blast. After the first hit the convoy had become separated and the second humvee in the column and the thick black smoke from the first blast blocked his view. The radio was silent and all he could here was the bang of grenades and the staccato pop of small arms fire. After the second blast the inexperienced driver of Chiarini’s vehicle balked at moving forward into the fight. Chiarini said “Screw it, I’m going forward”, grabbed his M3 medical bag and M-16 and bolted out the door.

Ducking enemy fire he ran the 200 meters to the wounded Marines. Kenny looked at him through trauma shocked eyes and asked if his arm was still there. “Some of it” he said and pointed Kenny towards the relative cover of the rear of the burning humvee. A Marine who had been blinded was busy firing wildly at the sounds of the enemy weapons. Doc Chiarini pointed him in the right direction and began tending to the other wounded men. Often times working on the wounded men with one hand and retuning suppressive fire with the other, the doc tended to his Marines.

Chiarini then walked each of the wounded Marines to the protection of the second armored humvee, providing cover fire as they moved. He made three 100 meter trips across the bullet swept battlefield retrieving his Marines. The severely wounded Kenny still remained and weak from blood loss and shock could no longer walk. With one hand Doc Chiarini carried Kenny back while he fired his M-16 with the other.

Once he had all four wounded men behind the humvee he began treating them in earnest. “I felt like corpsmen that had gone before me in earlier wars were there. I could feel their hands on my shoulders as I worked.”

After about five minutes a QRF arrived and its corpsmen took over care for his wounded. Doc Chiarini then joined the firefight, killing several insurgents, including a twelve year old boy with a detonator for yet a third IED.

“It was a pretty crazy day.” he would say later.

The Marine Corps agreed. On October 22, 2007 Doc Chiarini was presented with the Silver Star for his heroism on that “Crazy Day”.

“He reacted the way he did for one simple reason: to take care of the Marine at his right and the Marine to his left,” said Brig. Gen. David Berger, 2nd Marine Division’s assistant division commander when he presented the Silver Star to Chiarini. “He would not let his fellow warriors down. He used himself to protect his comrades. We can not ask anything more.”

All four men survived thanks to Doc Chiarini and earning the Silver Star was a special recognition for him. But he received the best tribute several weeks after returning to Camp Lejeune when he ran into one of them at 8 Ball Pizza, a corporal nicknamed Redhead.

“Doc, I knew everything was going to be OK when I saw you come through the smoke,” the Marine told him.

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A lucky survivor from the Van Maur mall shooting tells his story here. (H/T Funkmaster A for the link)

When I realized that I had no gun, fear instantly struck me, along with anger, and severe panic.

I ran hard.

A potential sheepdog turned into an instant sheep. He was lucky because he got out alive, but as he so eloquently puts it, he was forced to be lucky because he was legally barred from choosing any other course of action.

I kept going, and due to luck, I was fine. There was only one shooter, and he did not set any boobytraps.

Luck.

God.

Luck.

That’s all. My decisions were fairly limited and all I could do is go where the doors and hallways took me.

Which fortunately was out of the mall and into the parking lot and safety.

I feel that I am alive today because of luck. I chose to run, but it was not a choice. I was forced to run. Many will say that is the right choice. I say it is the choice that requires luck. ALOT of luck with the position I was in.

Use of deadly force at times may also require luck. But, it also depends upon skill, awareness, and practice. These are things I can control, and these are things I trust far more than luck

Indeed. Control over your own destiny. Relying on your self for your own preservation and well being. What a novel concept. Seems to me that used to be what we strove for. Apparently though our betters feel we are better served by “Gun Free Zones”, paying some one else to put their lives on the line to protect us, and illusions of utopian safety rather than the real security of self reliance.

So he was just one of the lucky ones who was far enough away and unseen by the shooter and able to get away right? Not quite.

Honestly, and as God as my witness, when I saw him shooting and as watched for a few seconds trying to figure out what he was going to do and what I should do, the thought that when through my mind was, “If I had a gun, I have a perfect shot.”

Yes, a perfect shot. I had a full side profile, I was close, and no one was visible behind him execept a wall. I had a clear shot during the second round of fire.

He was 30 yards away from the shooter, on his flank, and the shooter was unaware he was there, firing towards his front. It could have ended right there. It very well may have ended right there.

“What if’s” are of course pure conjecture. “If” he had gotten the CCW he had put off. “If” the Van Maur mall hadn’t banned law abiding citizens from exercising the civil liberty of self-defense. “If” he had been carrying that day. “If” he had thought clear enough to engage the shooter. “If” he had gotten off a good shot. Plenty of “If’s”.

But we sure as fuck know what happened when the “if’s” were removed, don’t we.

Just.

One.

Person.

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[”Stickied” to the top of the front page for the rest of the day. Never forget! — Emp.M]

0755, Sunday December 7th, 1941.

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1178 wounded.

2,043 dead.

Almost 1400 of them in the first 15 minutes when the USS Oklahoma, USS Utah, and the USS Arizona were hit.

 

The Arizona still weeps for the dead.

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