Five
years ago, two Marines from two different walks of life who had
literally just met were told to stand guard in front of their outpost's
entry control point.
Minutes later, they were staring down a big blue truck packed with explosives. With this particular shred of hell bearing down on them, they stood their ground.
Heck, they even leaned in.
I had heard the story many times, personally. But until today I had never heard Marine Lt. Gen. John Kelly's telling of it to
a packed house in 2010. Just four days following the death of his own
son in combat, Kelly eulogized two other sons in an unforgettable
manner.
From Kelly's speech:
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 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 son-of-a-bitch 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 know 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.
Found the video on it.. http://www.patrioticmoms.com/home/six-seconds-of-valor
Found the video on it.. http://www.patrioticmoms.com/home/six-seconds-of-valor
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1 comment:
I can't begin to describe my appreciation for these two brave men and to their families for their supreme sacrifice, and to ALL our military who serve our nation - NOT the NWO traitorous cabal (including USA military) who head it up and their servants - but appreciation and respect to the TRUE patriots within the US(a) military who are not afraid to face the odds and who are willing to give their lives, if necessary, for the good of all. If the good Lord gives medals, I'm sure that these two and others like them have their chests covered in medals. If only we had Americans who were so brave who would be willing to do what is necessary to save our nation from its enemies both WITHIN and without for, indeed, the enemy is here - in the halls of congress, in the white (whore) house, in the pentagon, in all the rogue corporate departments (IRS, CDC, CIA, eta l). Yes, they are here - many having the outright fall to call themselves Americans but who, in truth, are traitors and serve their 'masters' and themselves and NOT America. May the Lord give each one of us wisdom and strength, discernment and direction, and the will to make a stand in the coming days even if it means our physical death. Amen.
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