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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Heroes...

Webster's Dictionary defines hero as "one who shows great courage."  I agree with that, to a point.  Is a hero someone who has the 'courage' to go bridge jumping?  Is a hero someone who has the 'courage' to make a decision they know will not be looked upon as a good decision?  I think that is more being brave than being a hero.  A hero is someone who goes above and beyond to make those around him or her better.  Someone who does this instinctively and does not ask for reward.
  
A hero to me is someone like a mother.  A mother who gets up early to make her family breakfast, who endures the pains of birth, who has unconditional love for her children.  A hero to me is someone like a father.  A father who goes out into the world everyday to provide for his family.  Who has to live in another city so that his family can have a roof over their head in a different city.  Who still loves his teenage son even when it's hard to.  

My Mother and Father are my heroes.  They both love me unconditionally, even when I make decisions they are unhappy with.  My Mother still loved me when I reenlisted knowing I would be deployed again.  My Father still loved me when we had a "heart-to-heart" at a Chinese Food restaurant in Nampa Idaho, even though what he was hearing was not what he wanted to hear.  Both my parents have endured many pains at my hands and I will never be able to repay them.  

I'm positive a lot of you see your parents as heroes as well.  But, who are your other heroes?  Who, in the world, have you been inspired by?  Who, when you hear their name, instantly gives you goose bumps?  Who did you look up to when you were young?  Michael Jordan?  Lance Armstrong?  Superman?  What about an ordinary NFL player? 


In 2001, Pat Tillman was a couple years into an NFL contract with the Arizona Cardinals and was up for negotiation of a new contract.  On September 11th, he was shocked much like the rest of our country.  It was then that he made a decision that most thought was the wrong decision.  He gave up everything to join the U.S. Army Rangers.  Why would he do that?  Why give up millions of dollars to make less than 2,000 a month as a private?  Duty, honor, respect, selfless service, integrity, loyalty, personal courage.  7 qualities you must have to be in the United States Army.  Pat had those qualities before he joined.  That's why it was the right decision.

As part of the Rangers, Pat served in Iraq and Afghanistan till he was killed by friendly fire.  It's the ultimate tragedy to me.  A person giving up everything he's ever known to fight for his country.  I've read 2 books about Pat, Where Men Win Glory by John Krakauer and Boots On The Ground by Mary Tillman, Pat's mother.  If you get the chance, I highly recommend reading both of these books.  They are both an in-depth look at Pat.  His character and drive amaze me every time I read about him or even think of him.  


Garth Brooks wrote a song that I think describes Pat Tillman perfectly called The Change

One hand reaches out and pulls a lost soul from harm,
While a thousand more, go unspoken for. 
And they say what good have you done?  By saving just this one?
It's like whispering a prayer in the furry of a storm.

I hear them saying, you'll never change things.  
And no matter what you do its still the same thing.
But its not the world that I am changing, I do this so this world will know that it will not change me.

This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist.
While all the hatreds rage, and so many say that love is all but pointless, and madness such as this.
Its like trying to stop a fire with the moisture from a kiss.

I hear them saying, you'll never change things.
And no matter what you do its still the same thing.
But its not the world that I am changing, I do this so this world will know that it will not change me.

As long as one heart still holds on than hope is never really gone.
I hear them saying, you'll never change things.
And no matter what you do its still the same thing.
But its not the world that I am changing, I do this so this world we know never changes me.

What I do is so this world will know that it will not change me.


Pat Tillman, you are my hero.  Thank you for making the ultimate sacrifice so I can be free.  It was you that motivated me to join the Army and serve my country.




Monday, December 6, 2010

All Dressed Up With No Place To Go

Its been a weird few days for me.  We work 24 hour shifts with 24 off and I have a lot of time with my thoughts.  One recurring question I have is:  What exactly am I doing here?  I'm sure a lot of you have your own answers to that question and I guess so do I.  I'm just trying to figure out EXACTLY why we are here...still.  At least in previous wars, correct me if I'm wrong, we had a distinct purpose.  And I guess to a certain degree, there was a purpose to this one as well, no matter how tainted or corrupt it was.  So, here we are, 9 years and counting.  What is the purpose now?  What are we spending millions or should I say billions of dollars for?  Why is there 8 lights on surrounding a soccer field on our base with no one playing soccer?  I guess it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anymore.

 The other day we were called to a scene for crowd control.  I may get in trouble for saying this but oh well I guess.  People were gathering around a secured area where there was a suspicious package.  Anyone want to know what that package was?  Any guesses?  Okay, I'll tell you.  It was a box of toilet paper.  Guess where it was?  Next to a portable toilet (port-a-john.)  How funny right?  Okay that's why I'm confused about the reason we're here.  Am I here to make sure people don't get suspicious of a box of TP next to a toilet?  Heaven forbid someone try to keep the stuff stocked up.  

 Part of me is just frustrated a little.  Can you tell?  On my last tour, we actually went out on missions that would better the people of this country.  We actually spent time "outside the wire" looking for insurgents.  And I suppose there are those soldiers still so I guess what I'm doing is just a let down for me.  My platoon would do 24 hour operations and that didn't mean sitting in a building waiting, it meant we got enough food and water to last us that time and went out and hid in the bushes near a road or sat on a roof top observing.  

In 2004 when I was in northern Iraq, things were completely different.  I lived in a tent, ate 2 meals a day and they were luke warm at best.  This tour I can have 4 meals a day, shower everyday and use as much water as I want.  I have access to unlimited Gatorade, Coke, Mountain Dew, Pepsi and Mongolian BBQ as I could possibly want.  SGT Polson, a great friend of mine, put it perfectly:  No matter where America goes, whether it be for a war or not, it lives in abundance.  Yesterday was steak and lobster for dinner.  How the hell does that happen?  How do I go from struggling some days to find something to eat at home to eating lobster with the person serving me asking if I want 2?  I almost feel bad wasting the food that I get too.  In '04, Iraqi kids would fight over a "Jolly Rancher" and I have a box in my CHU collecting dust.  I don't know, maybe I'm just rambling and none of this makes sense to any of you.  

Alright I'm done, thanks for reading... P.S. Thats me in the middle. :)


Friday, December 3, 2010

Sunny In Baghdad

Holy cow Slayden, where have you been?  Why haven't you blogged lately?  Those are some of the messages being sent to me so here I am.  I've been a little behind, I know.  Finally made it to Baghdad and it feels great!  It's weird to be back in the Middle East.  To see the palm trees yet not see an ocean.  To smell that familiar smell yet not know where it comes from.  Things are actually going really well.  I'm surprised at how nice our base is.  Every week is a lobster and steak night so you can picture what it's like. There's even a pond to fish in.  


Instead of living in a tent (like last time,) I'm residing in a "CHU" which is a containerized housing unit.  It has a window complete with curtain, two beds, two wall lockers, and two night stands.  Some war huh?  Oh wait, this is Operation New Dawn a.k.a. Operation Trade Time For Money.  I'm hopeful the time will go by fast.  We are working 24 hour shifts so it seems like the weeks will go by pretty quick.  We are in the heart of Baghdad.  I bet this place would have been nice to visit.  It actually has a neat skyline even though most of it is still blown to hell from the "shock & awe."  


This may upset some of you but I've decided not to take a "picture of the day."  I'm just not motivated enough to do it, YET.  I'll post pictures occasionally so you'll just have to "stand by to stand by."  Honestly, I haven't taken too many pictures at all.  It's identical to last time and I already have about 5,000 pictures from the last deployment so why take the same pictures again?  Somebody will set me straight on that I'm sure.  


Well, that's all for now I suppose.  I'll be better.  Hope everyone is doing well.


Mitch