“Fallujah”. What keeps coming to my mind is the “Lion of Fallujah”, Douglas Zembiec. I’m also mindful of two local Marines killed in nearby Ramadi. I’m of another generation if not two but I was privileged to serve with Marines of equal stature and sacrifice. Though their service is remembered around homes and squad bays, low-life trash politicians make me question the price.
I am retired military, and retired long before 911 so I had no active part in any of this. The closest I got was stateside support for Desert Shield. I cannot begin to fathom the sacrifice that so many men (and their families) made for the sake of the war in Iraq. Not too long after the battle of Fallujah I happened to meet two young fellows who took part in it. I cannot describe their mood while haltingly talking about it.
I have nothing but admiration for those who gave their last full measure of devotion, and those who risked their lives and the well being of their families. And for the families who sent their familly members to fight in that struggle.
I have nothing but total, utter, infinite, contempt for those who undermined the sacrifices. I cannot go any further than that without compromising Christian ethics and the code of this web site.