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A while back I commented on Michael Yon and the story of St. John’s Church in Baghdad.

Well in more continued stories of success that the Dinosaur media won’t tell you because it doesn’t aid them in their quest to see us defeated in The Long War, Yon brings us a heart warming update. St. John’s is open for business and the local Muslims want their Christian neighbors to come home.

Go read the story, and then keep the great news of our and the Iraqi’s continued success with you today, and say a prayer of thanks that Good can, and will, beat Evil.

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The Distinguished Service Cross is the second highest award for valor that the U.S. Army can bestow for battlefield heroics. Only the Medal of Honor ranks higher in precedence. Since the Viet Nam War ended in 1975, only six have been awarded. At a presentation in the Pentagons Hall of Heroes on Friday November 2nd the total was raised to seven.

Secretary of the Army Peter Geren presented the DSC to 1st Lt. Walter B. Jackson for actions while he was a 2nd Lt. serving in Al Anbar Province with Company A, 1st Battalion, 36th Infantry. On September 27th 2006 his unit was engaged in fierce combat when one of his vehicles was disabled. While attempting to retrieve it he and his soldiers came under intense machine gun fire and several of his men were wounded.

2nd Lt. Jackson, a West Point graduate from Oak Harbor Washington, began treating the most severlely wounded of his men until he himself was hit in the thigh. Temporarily knocked unconscious from the blood loss, when he came to he alternated between returning fire and tending to the wounds of his soldiers.

He was hit again while helping to carry one of his men to safety. Despite his own grave wounds, 2nd Lt. Jackson’s first concern remained with his men,  and he refused medical attention until he was sure they had been properly cared for.

After receiving the  DSC 1st Lt. Jackson humbly thanked his West Point classmates and the soldiers he has served with. Stereotypically modest about his own heroics, 1st Lt. Jackson simply said “I believe I just had to do what I had to do in that situation… I think many soldiers would have done the same thing.”.

1st Lt. Jackson has undergone more than a dozen surgeries while recovering from his wounds at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. He is currently awaiting orders to assume command of an MLRS platoon with the 2nd Infantry Division in Korea.

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With the plethora of media outlets feigning righteous indignation anytime some peasant dares to question their support of our troops, one would be inclined to think that a soldier receiving the nations second highest award for valor would be all over the pages of the media right?

Well, outside of the blogosphere, exactly one media outlet carried the story. The Army Times.

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At 11:00 AM on the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the guns on the Western Front fell silent. The costliest war in human history to that point was over. Men who just a few moments ago would have killed each other cautiously stood in their trenches and entered no mans land. The War to End All Wars was over.

Thus eventually began the holiday of Armistice Day, to commemorate the service of all the Dough Boys, Marines and Sailors who had fought in WWI. After the hopeful optimism that war itself had ended was proven to be false in 1939-45, and again in 1950-53, the holiday was changed to Veterans Day to remember all who have ever served our nation. Our Canadian brethren celebrate November 11th as Remembrance Day, their version of our Memorial Day.

While Memorial Day is to honor those warriors who have paid the last full measure of devotion, today is for the living. Today we honor all those who have worn the uniform. Or at least thats what it is supposed to be. However in far to many parts of the country it’s just another federal holiday, a day to grumble that the banks are closed and that the post office won’t be delivering our daily quota of bills and junk mail.

But not to the people of Dos Palos California. In this small enclave of patriotism and American values nestled in the Central Valley, they remember. They know. And they have decide that Veterans Day will not just be one day where the students of Bernhard Marks Elementary School host a parade. It will be remembered every day. For you see in this small town of forty-eight hundred souls, of true patriots where both the Mayor and Police Chief are Marines, they have erected a $50,000 granite Veterans Memorial on the grounds of the elementary school.

The 28 foot long, 7 feet high, and 8 inch thick memorial bears the names of over 1200 of Dos Palos’ sons who have served since the Civil War. One of those is Don Sorg. He and four of his brothers served during WWII in the Army, Navy and Marine Corps. “I’m the only one left” he said. “This is end, I’m 89, and I just love to see this, kind of tore me up a little bit”. Don isn’t the only one. Since it’s unveiling, misty eyed vets can be seen at most all hours scanning the names inscribed on the wall, searching for the school friend they served with; seeing their own name, once again being transported back through time to when they were young, and when they bore the heavy burden of guarding freedom lightly upon their then strong shoulders; once again wearing their nations uniform with pride.

So while the patriotic Veterans Day parade happens but once a year, the memorial will serve as a daily reminder to the students of Marks Elementary of service to something greater than ones self, an attribute in abundance in Dos Palos.

This memorial, this sacred shrine, has been erected entirely through private donations, including over $4,000 raised by the students of Marks Elementary School. The Memorial Committee has so far raised about $35,000, and is in need of another $15,000. Donations can be made by calling the school at (209)392-2311.

By the way, one of the names on that granite wall, one of those Dos Palos sons who proudly bore the burden of freedoms defense, is our own beloved LC Caveman, to whom I owe the credit for this post. Because you see, if it had not been for him I, like you, would never have known just how much the true greatness of this nation is alive and well in a small town called Dos Palos.

Thank You Caveman, and a hearty and grateful Thank You to all of my fellow veterans who have ever worn the uniform of the armed forces of the United States of America.


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Happy 232nd Birthday Devil Dogs! Y’all don’t look a day over 150 and I personally don’t feel a day over 200.

232 years ago the 2nd Continental Congress passed a resolution calling for forming 2 battalions of Marines. Our first headquarters was Tuns Tavern and I can think of no better place than a bar for our beloved Corps to be born.

Our first recruiter was Capt. Robert Mullen, a bar keep.

Our first recruiting incentive was two free beers for all who signed up.

Any one else seeing a pattern here?

So drink up Marines! Our Beloved Corps has put more enemies of our great nation in the ground than any warrior could ever ask for. We have fought in every war, declared or undeclared, and in more forgotten places and times than most will ever know. And as you are downing your libations remember, there are Leathernecks out there who will be cutting the cake in far less than comfortable surroundings, as I’m sure we all have at one time or another. Pop one for them, and raise a toast for those who went before, for those who serve now, and for those to follow. And save one special toast for the empty seat at the head table.

To All Who Have Ever Earned the Eagle Globe and Anchor, Happy Birthday and

Semper Fidelis!


Now Drop and Give Me 232 for the Corps!




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I put kind of a twist on today’s music pick — comparing the same song done by two different people twenty years apart.

Which one was better — and why?

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I first discovered the Rottweiler in November of 2004, just as Operation Al Fajir, the Second Battle of Fallujah, was beginning. MOUT fighting, or Military Operations in Urban Terrain, is the most dangerous and difficult type of warfare there is. From Stalingrad, to Aachen, to Hue City, house to house combat is up close, savage, and brutal. I knew that the Marines and soldiers clearing the vipers nest of Islamofascists in Fallujah were doing it down and dirty when I saw a photo of Marines preparing to clear a house. Each and every one had a bayonet attached to their rifle. In this age of push button warfare, laser and GPS guided bombs, and UAV’s which can read a license plate from 20,000 feet, these grunts were destroying the enemy with the oldest weapon in the infantryman’s arsenal, cold steel. Cold steel, and an even stronger resolve.

As I watched the battle unfold live on network TV, I told my son that there would be stories of heroism coming out of that battle that would rival any from any previous war. And so it was with Sgt. Rafael Peralta, USMC.

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Those Socialist Shitheads over on The Stoopid Side of the Idiotarian Parallel Universal Divide™ had better find another platform to run on besides “The Iraq War Is LOST!”, because history is, yet again, rearing its ugly head and proving them wrong.

The GWT is going to last for more decades than most of us will kicking around on this ball of dirt, but the goat-bothering camel-molesters of Al Qaieda are in their final death throes.

Speaking through an interpreter at a 31 October meeting at the Iraqi Islamic Party headquarters in downtown Baghdad, Sheik Omar said that al Qaeda had been “defeated mentally, and therefore is defeated physically,” referring to how clear it has become that the terrorist group’s tactics have backfired. Operatives who could once disappear back into the crowd after committing an increasingly atrocious attack no longer find safe haven among the Iraqis who live in the southern part of Baghdad. They are being hunted down and killed. Or, if they are lucky, captured by Americans.

The nutless Donk douchebags (Yeah, we’re lookin’ at you, Harry, Nancy, Murthafucker, et al.) are in serious trouble. Michael Moore-on’s Minutmen™ have had their asses handed to ‘em and the 2008 DNC convention won’t be able to use our brave & heroic military members’ sacrifices as a bloody platform from which to piss on their graves.


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Since our Esteemed Imperator was justifiably less than impressed with the subject of the last use of his Glorious Anthem, I thought he might be more pleased with this.

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As many of you are aware, Gen. Paul Tibbets, the pilot of the Enola Gay, passed away in Columbus Ohio Thursday. On August 6 1945, his crew dropped an atomic bomb named “Little Boy” on the Japanese city of Hiroshima, which combined with the dropping of “Fat Man” on Nagasaki three days later forced the Japanese to surrender. Every US soldier, sailor, and Marine waiting to invade Japan breathed a sigh of relief. Many of them were veterans of past amphibious assaults and held no illusions about what awaited them. One of them was my uncle Ed who remained convinced until the day he died that his number was up if they had to invade. Like he had told me, “A man has just so much luck, and I burned through what I had on Iwo.” Instead he passed a quiet tour of occupation duty in Nagasaki.

Later, the anti-nuke crowd and historical revisionists would try and cast aspersions on the “morality” of using nukes on an entrenched and fanatical enemy who preferred death over surrender. The Smithsonian even tried to change a display on the Enola Gay into an ant-war, anti-nuke propaganda hit piece. Protests from WWII vets ended that, even though the curators remained unapologetic over their slandering of a true hero.

The Japanese were determined to fight on. They had an untouched air force hidden in caves, still had millions of men under arms, and were even training school children to fight with bamboo spears. If we had been forced to invade, easily 1 million Americans would have been killed or wounded, and I believe the entire Japanese race would have been destroyed. By dropping that bomb, the war was ended and lives saved. Period.

In Col. Tibbets’ own words, “I didn’t bomb Pearl Harbor. I didn’t start the war, but I was going to finish it.”

Unfortunately, the Hate America Firsters have decided that we were a vengeful nation and that Japan was a victim. Tibbets has requested that there be no funeral or headstone, fearing it would give his detractors a place to protest.

My uncle would have a few choice “words” for anyone who dared desecrate the memory of this great man.

Sleep Well General Paul Tibbets, and know that many who would surely have died, American and Japanese alike, lived and loved because of you and your crew.

Requiescat in pacem .

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Another Monday, another installment in LC 0311 Crunchie, Imperial Military Historian’s excellent series. I do believe that this one is going to make the room you sit in feel like it suddenly got full of dust, because that’s certainly what it did for me.

Take it away, Crunchie:

“Greater Love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends”.
St. John 15:3

I often think of these words, spoken about our Lord Jesus Christ, when I read of our warriors’ heroics and contemplate what motivates them to do the deeds they do. Is it really possible for a man to so love his comrades that he willingly sacrifices his life for them? And I do not mean in an abstract way by losing his life while serving his country, but in the visceral, immediate, and deliberate choice to willingly lay down his own life so that others may live.

Diving on a grenade to save your buddies may seem an overused cliché from jingoistic war movies of days gone by, but it has in fact happened so often as to give you pause and make you say “My God, they really did that”.

Twenty-two Medals of Honor were awarded to Marines and Navy Corpsman (and one Navy LCI commander) during the three week long battle of Iwo Jima in 1945, nearly a quarter of all the Medals of Honor awarded to Marines during WWII. Of those, an amazing eight of them were for Marines who willingly dove on grenades to save their comrades. Think of that for a second. You are in a fighting position, or a shell crater, huddled with your brothers in arms when a sizzling instrument of death lands amongst you. Could you, in a half a heartbeat, make the decision to smother it with your own body to save the others? What could possibly motivate those that do? That instant of self sacrifice can not be a thought out decision, but an immediate indicator of the true nature of ones character.

I believe that it is not hate that motivates the American warrior to do what he does, but love. Love of his fellow Marine or soldier. Love of his nation and the ideals it strives towards. And love of us. Each and every one of us, the American citizen peacefully enjoying the freedom they pay for.

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