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[”Stickied” to the top of the page because it’s bloody well needs to be. The usual incoherent rants from yours truly will appear below this post for today — Emp. Misha]

I promised Joe D a story about a paratrooper many weeks ago. Well, better late than never.

Heroism comes in many forms. Often times it involves saving your buddies lives while under fire, other times it is one courageous act which turns the tide of battle, maybe even the war. All of our warriors are doing their part to win the war, and much of the time the impact of their individual service can not be seen. It is easy to tell that you have won an engagement, you possess the field of battle and the only enemy remaining are the corpses bleaching in the sun. That is a visible indicator of progress. Other signs of victory are harder to immediately see. The candy bar you give to a child today may only bear fruit when he becomes of voting and military age and decides whose side he is on.

Sometimes though just a soldiers natural love for children in a war zone can transcend even his death and continue to have a positive impact on the real future of Iraq, the children watching our soldiers everyday.

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Just so I can understand a little better, naming a teddy bear after a pedophile false prophet is deserving of death, but this is deserving of paradise?

H/T Pat Dollard for the link.

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So I’m sitting here watching Navy trounce Army in the 108th game of the most intense rivalry in college football (Go Navy! Beat Army!), getting my yearly football fix. One of the things I love about the game (besides it being the hardest fought game you will ever watch), is the tradition and history behind it.

Then I come across this on Blackfive, an even more powerful reminder of tradition and history. Each year at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball any Marine who has ever served may once again put on the uniform. This is the story of a WWII Marine who had never worn the Dress Blues until this year.

As a proud Second Lieutenant, wearing his Dress Blues with a bold strut and a confidence that could be seen by a blind man, I just stood there, humbled and crushed, feeling unworthy to wear the same uniform as this former Private First Class. I failed to remember that the only reason this uniform that I was wearing is distinguished is because of men like PFC Uncle Al. I just casually put it on and thought to myself, “Wow, this is the best looking uniform in the world!” I was definitely proud to put it on, yet I neglected to acknowledge its blood-stained legacy. I got a glimpse that night of what it really means to bear the title of a United States Marine.

Go read the whole thing. It’s worth your time.

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Remember this asshole?

U.S. Rep. Bob Filner, D-San Diego, has entered a plea days before he was set for trial on assault and battery charges over allegations he pushed a United Airlines baggage employee at Dulles International Airport. As part of the deal he will write a letter of apology to the baggage worker.

Will he also have to write on the blackboard 100 times “Battery is a crime m’kay?”

Kunkel alleged in a criminal complaint that Filner barged past other customers, screamed at employees and repeatedly pushed her. He yelled “You can’t stop me,” according to her complaint.

“How dare you make me wait like a commoner! Don’t you know who I am!?” I may not know who, but I definitely know what. And the last time I saw one talking it was on a South Park Christmas episode.

“At the time, it wouldn’t have occurred to me that entering an airport office under these circumstances would be considered trespassing. But I understand now that, since I was told to stay out, it can be considered trespass. That’s why I’m entering what I understand is called an Alford plea: I did, in fact, go back there,” Filner said.

This rocket scientist WRITES and VOTES on the laws that we plebes are expected to live by folks. Heaven help us all.

“I want to make clear that I did not strike, push, or shove anyone,” he said. “It’s very important to me that the record be clear on this point. Nor did I seek any sort of special treatment because I was a congressman.”

No, I demanded special treatment because I’m better than these rubes.

Asshole.

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I’ve been fighting a nasty bug all weekend so I did not do any research on this weeks intended Unsung Glory and I was tempted to skip it for this week. But seeing as I’ve been told that there are people who actually look forward to this feature I decided against it.

Instead I will relate a story I read many years ago about heroism which can come in some unsuspecting packages. I am writing from pure memory here so I do not have names, dates or places, for which I apologize. If any of the fine LC’s are familiar with the story and can fill in the blanks please do so.

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The title is a reference to a line from the 1964 movie “Zulu” about the defense of Rorkes Drift. After hearing that no 3 Column had been wiped out at Islandwana Leftenant Chard says “The army doesn’t like more than one disaster in a day”, to which Leftenant Bromhead adds “Looks bad in the newspapers and upsets civilians at their breakfasts”.

Apparently the attitude Lt. Bromhead referred is alive and well in Jolly Ol’ England. (h/t Mrs. M-ITT for the link).

Injured soldiers who lost their limbs fighting for their country have been driven from a swimming pool training session by jeering members of the public.

Isn’t gratitude a beautiful thing.

The men, injured during tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, were taking part in a rehabilitation session at a leisure centre, when two women demanded they be removed from the pool. They claimed that the soldiers “hadn’t paid” and might scare the children.

Can’t have the precious chiiiilreeen scared now can we. God forbid they may actually be taught that there are men in the world who have to face far worse horrors than seeing an amputee going through rehabilitation. Perhaps the imbecilic sows who complained would prefer that their children see dear ol’ mum stoned to death for being in public without a male family member.

As far as paying to use the pool, I think their payment was left on an operating cutting room floor sometime ago you fucking self centered, ungrateful cunts!

“These people are beneath contempt and everything should be done to get their names and publish them in the press,” he said. “It is contemptible that people who have given up their limbs for their country should be so abused when they are trying to get fit again.”

Admiral Loyd Boyce seems to have forgotten his Kipling;

I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’ beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ‘We serve no erd-coats ‘ere.’
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed and giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again, an’ to myself sez I:
Oh, it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ ‘Tommy, go away’:
But it’s ‘Thank you, Mister Atkins,’ when the band begins to play -
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

Just go and bleed someplace else Tommy, be a good lad and don’t dirty the carpet, it might upset the children after all.

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After all of the magnificent well wishes and expressions of friendship and thanks shared amongst the LC’s here yesterday, I hate to be the wet blanket to snap us all back to reality, but apparently thanks and well wishes are not on everyones minds in the world.

Y’all remember the recent assassination attempt on Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan right? Just another example of fundie haji’s willing to blow themselves up to kill innocent people and get their 72 syphilitic goats in hell. Well, there’s a little more to the story. (Via ROP).

The homicide terror bomb used in an assassination attempt on former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto last month may have been strapped to a 1-year-old child who was being carried by his jihadist father, The Australian newspaper reported Thursday.

Let that sink in a while folks. If you are a parent, look at your child and try and imagine the barbarity needed to use the pure innocence of a ONE YEAR OLD BABY as a bomb delivery device.

I’m to disgusted and enraged to write anything more. This is the evil we are facing people.

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I know the other Imperial Correspondents will be posting this as well, but today I have been reminded of all the blessings in my life and I want to share them and give public Thanks for all that God has given me, which is surely more than I ever deserved.

I am thankful for my wife, a woman who is so much more than I deserve, a woman who saved me from a life of spiritual emptiness and solitude. With out her, I would be a bitter and miserable creature consigned to a life of hate and fear. Thank you Bangie Thing for saving my life.

I am thankful for my children who have made me whole and have become the sole focus of my life, showing me that I was not put on this earth for myself alone. I have two wonderful little Princesses who make every day a new and exiting adventure, and a son who has filled me with more pride than I thought possible.

I am thankful to have been born an American, to be the recipient of liberty and freedom that the rest of the world envies. And I am thankful for having been able to serve her, in a small way. I am thankful that I was allowed the honor to wear the Eagle Globe and Anchor and to be a part of the brotherhood of Marines.

I am thankful for a job which I enjoy, allows me to pay the bills, and that allows me to continue to serve others.

And I am thankful for the most loyal and generous friends a man could ever wish for, the Loyal Citizens and Denizens of the Rottweiler, my second family. I am thankful for the incredible friendships of Misha, BC, and Jackboot, who have been mentors, guides and true friends. And special thanks for Misha, who helped a decrepit old war horse make it through the passing of the torch to my son, and helped me put my own service into perspective. A truer friend a man could not ask for. And I am thankful for the trust he has placed in me, and the privilege of being a member of Management. Words can not do justice to the true feelings I have about the great people on this site that I am honored to call my friends.

Lastly I am thankful for the service and sacrifice of all those who wear the uniform of the United States of America, and for those on the home front who are also thankful and supportive of them. Organizations and people such as the ones Michelle Malkin talks about here.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all, my dear friends and family of the Rottweiler.

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So far Unsung Glory has been dedicated solely to heroes from The Long War since their stories have largely been ignored. But recently I came across a story of heroism from Viet Nam that needed to be told.

Last Sunday at Mass a visiting priest (whom I believe was his self a vet) beautifully wove the Gospel reading into the service of veterans. He spoke eloquently of service to causes greater than ones self, commitment, duty, sacrifice; words which seek to define the ideals that so many vets have dedicated their lives to.

Then he had all of the veterans attending the mass stand to be recognized. After such an eloquent homily, there was a bit of hesitation, and quite a few elbows nudged into quite a few ribs (including Bangie Things into mine), but eventually we all rose. So there I stood with a dozen or so vets while the congregation applauded us. It was a humbling and moving experience and I was actually somewhat embarrassed by the accolades. After mass I made it a point to thank the priest, and as I shook his hand he reminded of my old Battalion Chaplain from 3rd Bn. 8th Marines, Father Dennis Rocheford.

In 1968 Fr. Rocheford was Lance Corporal Rocheford with Company A, 1st Bn. 1st Marines fighting in Hue City, Republic of Viet Nam during the Tet Offensive. He was wounded twice in Viet Nam, one bullet passing clean through his torso with out hitting any vital organs. The wound was scrubbed with surgical soap and bandaged, and LCpl Rocheford continued the march. During Tet Father Rocheford was the radio operator for Capt. Ray L. Smith, A Company commander. Capt. Smith had earned the nick name of “E-tool Smith” for killing three (some say five) NVA soldiers in hand to hand combat with an entrenching tool at Hue. Capt. “E-tool” Smith later became Col. “E-tool” Smith and was the regimental commander of the 8th Marines. When we pestered Father Rocheford about the veracity of our CO’s nick name, he just smiled and confirmed the details, elevating the Colonel to mythical status in our young eyes.

It was a status Father Rocheford shared as well. He was constantly in the field with us, joining us on every hump. Anytime there was a break, as we sat on our packs and nursed sore shoulders and even sorer feet, there was the ubiquitous Father Rocheford walking up and down our ranks, handing out candy from his cargo packets, bucking up our spirits, easing the pain of the welts left by 80 pound packs. His long suffering chaplains assistant (personal body guard is a better term, since he was armed whilst the priest wasn’t) kept pace, longing to join us sitting on the side of the road, resting our aching brogans. Despite the exhaustion on his face, he kept pace with the indefatigable Father. Although he was at least 20 years our senior, he routinely out marched us. We held him in awe, not only because he was a Viet Nam vet and former infantryman, nor because of his physical endurance and stamina, or even because of the solemnity with which he ministered to our spiritual needs. We were in awe because he was one of us when he didn’t need to be. He could have stayed at Battalion HQ and no one would have thought any less of him. But instead he chose to be in the field with us grunts. He left the service in the early 90’s after The Gulf War. He rejoined on September 12th 2001 and is currently deployed in Iraq, his third war.

All of these memories of one of the finest men I have ever known came flooding back to me after that mornings mass and as I surfed the net that night I came across the story of Father Vincent Capodanno, Lt. USNR Chaplain Corps, and Viet Nam Medal of Honor recipient. The coincidence was to much, and Father Capodanno’s story to compelling to ignore.

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Yeah, and I have some lovely beach front property in Siberia for sale too. So we are winning the war, our troops are successful on the battlefield, and the Democratic Congress has approval ratings lower than Rosie O’Donuts at a VFW. What ever is a defeatist journalist to do?

Simple. Cook the desertion rate to show how demoralized and beat down our troops are.

It’s a shame the actual numbers show the MSM to be the lying surrendercrats they are.

H/T LC Rurik for the link.

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