Gallery of Nuts
RSS Feed


Web Counter
people who wish they were us

      ARCHIVES

August 2003

September 2003

October 2003

November 2003

December 2003

January 2004

February 2004

March 2004

April 2004

May 2004

June 2004

July 2004

August 2004

September 2004

October 2004

November 2004

December 2004

January 2005

February 2005

March 2005

April 2005

May 2005

June 2005

July 2005

August 2005

September 2005

October 2005

November 2005

December 2005

January 2006

February 2006

March 2006

April 2006

May 2006

June 2006

July 2006

August 2006

September 2006

October 2006

November 2006

December 2006

January 2007

February 2007

March 2007

April 2007

May 2007

June 2007

July 2007

August 2007

September 2007

October 2007

November 2007

December 2007

January 2008

February 2008

March 2008

April 2008

May 2008

June 2008

July 2008

August 2008

September 2008

October 2008

November 2008

December 2008

January 2009

February 2009

March 2009

April 2009

May 2009

June 2009

July 2009

August 2009

September 2009

October 2009

November 2009

December 2009

January 2010

October 2010

January 2022

Friday, January 07, 2005
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
One of the most important documents of this Christmas Season...

I know the Christmas season is over, but this email touched me and several others in such a way that I felt it must be posted. I am glad to say that the man who wrote this is a great friend and a true Christian. I have removed the last names for obvious security reasons.



manteca


All,

Merry Christmas from the other side of the world. Did a little map research the other day and discovered that I'm only 527 miles from Bethlehem (as the crow flies). This is probably the closest I will be to the holy land, at least planned. Of course I should be considerably close to where we all began, the Garden of Eden. Who knows, I may be sitting in it. I can tell you that if I am, the Lord has definitely hid it from our eyes well.

All that being said I would like to share a couple of thoughts with you because I feel everyone I'm sending this to will understand the incredibly complex situation that is unfolding here in Iraq.

On the day before Thanksgiving I was invited to a special lunch in our interpreter building. We have a nice building where our linguists hang out until we need them for a mission. These are all Iraqi nationals who risk their lives to accompany us on dangerous missions and also get threatened when they return home because they work with the American "Jews"....

This particular lunch was in memory of a very dear man who had worked with 1st Armored Division as an interpreter and also worked with us for over 8 months. He also dabbled in some contracting work. His name was Dr. Fike as we called him. He taught at Baghdad University and also did an outstanding job of writing articles for the local newspapers to inform Iraqis about the Transitional Authoritative Law. I ate dinner and visited with Dr. Fike on many different occasions. He was definitely a mover and a shaker, full of energy, loved to converse about numerous things, and very entertaining to share time with. His English was very good and like many other linguists had been to the US and other parts of the world. It's amazing that the Iraqis trying to solve problems here have been OUTSIDE of Iraq and understand what there is to gain with a democracy here.

Dr. Fike was reported kidnapped back in late September. We are unsure if he was kidnapped just for money or because he was working with Americans. Probably a combination of both. He was held for ransom, but after the ransom was paid he was shot and killed. We received news of his death about mid November.

It was decided to have a special meal in memory of Dr Fike. The meal was a wonderfully interesting selection of Iraqi cuisine. We had kabobs of beef, grilled tomatoes and cucumbers, ground lamb roasted over an open fire, fresh flatbread, and some very interesting pickles. Dessert was a variety of pastry sweets that were very unusual but very delicious. We finished the meal with tea served in the traditional Iraqi way. It comes in small tea cups, served hot, and fairly strong. As if the meal wasn't good enough the conversation afterwards was even better.

Major Andy and I stayed for the tea while some other officers who attended dismissed themselves. The organizer of the meal was a shop owner that comes in and sells various things outside the interpreter building. We call him Habibi, which is Iraqi for friend. He offered us some cigars and I accepted which provided a little entertainment for the room as they watched a novice puff on snort on a big Cuban cigar.

Our discussions led us to remember what a good man and good friend Dr. Fike was. We eventually started to discuss the tougher issues on as to how and why things like this happen. We contemplated what else could be done to help Iraq get above this type of violence. One of the other Iraqi shop owners said a prayer in Arabic over us all during this time. They all agreed that even though times are tough, it is much better to be rid of Saddam.

Andy and I shared with them the significance and celebration of Thanksgiving in our country. We explained that it was very fitting to have shared a wonderful meal with our friends in this country during the Thanksgiving time of year. They were very interested in the holiday. I also explained to them how recently on leave I shared the plight of the Iraqi people with my church. I told them how concerned and hurt that Americans are for the sufferings of Iraqis. I also explained how people in my church are praying for them everyday to have a safer and freer Iraq for them and their children. There was silence in the room after an interpreter translated what I had shared. One of the Iraqis said God Bless You, and then Habibi, with a tear in his eye, said "we thank you and your church for loving us and praying for us."

It's hard for me to describe the feeling of that afternoon. I never felt so close to people who were from such a different culture than me. I never felt more compassion for a people who have never experienced the kind of blessings and freedoms we enjoy in the US. I have never felt such love for my brothers here on earth was we struggle through our existence and through our shared pains of life.

I stayed in the tactical operations center (TOC) all day Thanksgiving prepared for an attack by rockets or mortars. We felt that because the enemy knew we would be celebrating Thanksgiving lunch that he might try to capitalize on large groups of soldiers with an attack. We were ready and waiting. I had a plan together with hundreds of soldiers and aircraft scanning areas that I knew were possible and past firing points for them. It was an honor for me to stay ready to shoot back and guard our post while others celebrated. I'm not a big crowd kind of guy anyway. Luckily that was a quiet day.

Today I played Taps for another memorial service for a great young soldier who lost his life serving his country and making Iraq a better place for it's people. I did not know the soldier, but his commander and platoon leader gave a very good glimpse of this commendable young man. He was simple, short on words, always ready for a mission, not known to gripe, and when attacked by the enemy had the reputation of being first to lay down suppressive fire and maintain a calm demeanor in danger. Not unlike many other great soldiers in our nation's history, he will be sorely missed by those who knew him, and he will be missed in a society that desperately needs more people that have such an unselfish attitude towards serving a greater good.

This soldier was killed when an improvised explosive device (IED) ripped his humvee in half throwing him out into the road. He was then hit by some heavy trucks hauling captured enemy equipment that his unit was escorting. He was still alive when medevaced and it was hopeful that he might pull through. Unfortunately, he passed away later at the hospital due to complications.

I didn't tell that story just to gross anyone out or shock them. I feel it is important to share that so that the next statement is brought more into perspective. His fellow soldiers who treated him on site said his last words were "I love you guys!" Funny how just a few words can say so much.

I suppose what I'm trying to share is that I feel these two events a very symbolic of our struggle here in Iraq and on earth. Jesus came and laid down his life for our sins. We continue to struggle in this world to live up to that gift and charge. The two men I mentioned have reminded me to live up to the sacrifice that Christ made for us over 2,000 years ago. He did so knowingly and freely for our sake. What a wonderful time of year to reflect on and celebrate that gift given to us, and one that we hope to share with others.

Soldiers in Iraq are not perfect, but we continually strive in the face of danger to maintain the moral high ground. Detainees ask to be turned over to Americans from the Iraqis because they know we will treat them more humanely. We are criticized by Iraqis for being too soft often times and that we should make more examples out of some. We strike with incredible lethality and force when need be but we continually strive to solve problems through rebuilding infrastructure and provide security for a new government constantly attacked by terrorists.

I certainly would like nothing more than to be with my family this Christmas, but I'm proud to be here serving a higher purpose. Thank you to everyone back home, who prays, sends packages, mails letters, and continues to support our soldiers. Don't forget about the police and emergency personnel in our own country who maintain our laws and protect us from harm at home. I am constantly comforted by the support of the American public and even feel guilty that the Veterans of Vietnam weren't as fortunate as I. We should remember that our country is full of people who served our great nation even when it wasn't popular and wasn't very easy. Thank you Dad for what you sacrificed when I was Sam's age. Your sacrifice and service have always been an inspiration in my life.

Thank you to all the people who make sure my family is taken care of in Hope. I am comforted knowing that I have wonderful neighbors and friends that will do anything at anytime to help out Janis. I know many of you have come even in the middle of the night to help Janis. I even have great band students like Zach and his father come and take care of my yard, it's so incredible to have such great friends help out. Thank you all for supporting the fight to help Iraq through your support of me and my family.

Thank you Mom and Janis for being military wives who hold down the home front and sacrifice so much to raise children and take care of everything while your husbands are gone. I can't imagine having to be the one on the other end waiting and praying and doing so much on your own. I am comforted to know that I have a wife that I fully trust to take care of my children, home, and finances. I love you Janis.

Just as Thanksgiving I plan on staying in the TOC with my section again through the days around Christmas. Watching vigilantly for someone to try and get a shot off at us and hopefully putting together a plan that inhibits them from being able to do so. I'll do it in honor of my fellow soldiers and do it proudly thinking of the people I love back home who have done so much for me and my family. Lastly, I'll do it to make Iraq a better place for people like Dr. Fike and Habibi who are desperate for a better place to raise their families and live in freedom.

I promise all my emails won't be this sappy in the future. Just had to share some things in my head with people I feel would get something out of it. I love you guys.

Merry Christmas,


Major Michael






 
National Dairy Council -- Professional Convoginators -- The Good Word about Convoginatin' -- Chocolate Milk Myths
The Godfather Convoginator -- News for the Convoginator
CONVOGINATOR'S STORE