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April 12, 2004

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Casualties of War II

By Greyhawk

Part I here.

From Stars and Stripes, the Army salutes its own:

“Specialist Sheehan,” the first sergeant called. No one answered.

“Specialist Sheehan!” the sergeant called again, louder this time.

“Specialist Casey Sheehan!” the sergeant cried out a third and final time.

As 500 soldiers listened, only the sound of the Apache helicopters overhead could be heard.

Like the six other soldiers memorialized Saturday under a blazing Baghdad sun, and whose names were called during the traditional roll call at the service, Sheehan was killed in a firefight April 4.

Like the six others, all part of the 2nd Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division, he was killed in a Shiite slum on the outskirts of Baghdad three weeks after getting off a troop plane from Fort Hood, Texas.

Like all eight soldiers killed that night — Sgt. Michael W. Mitchell of the 1st Armored Division was memorialized earlier — he was part of a quick response team that rushed out of Forward Operating Base Eagle to rescue a platoon pinned down by gunfire in Sadr City after what had been a routine patrol by four Humvees.

The others memorialized Saturday were Spc. Dustin Hiller, Cpl. Forest Jostes, Pfc. Robert Arsiaga, Spc. Ahmed Cason, Spc. Israel Garza and Sgt. Yihjyh Chen.

On FOB Eagle, less than a mile from where the soldiers were killed, each of the dead was remembered briefly. One was confident and well-liked, another was thought to be a little naive, with a good sense of humor. One was very generous, another was exceptionally strong, and after he was wounded, he gave the thumbs-up sign to say he was doing fine. Several were married and had children. One had four daughters and a son on the way.

They were all about 25 years old, except for Chen, who was in his 30s, had become a U.S. citizen while in the Army and spoke five languages.

“Uncommon valor was common that day,” Lt. Col. Gary Volesky, battalion commander and one of several speakers at the service, said of the battle in which they died. “You know I’m sad, but the memory of my soldiers lifts me up.”

The battle was one of the worst single losses for U.S. soldiers since the fall of Baghdad a year before. The firefight lasted into the early morning of Monday, wounding some 50 soldiers who went out in waves to put down the attack by a militia loyal to Shiite cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.

Bradley fighting vehicles, tanks and air support finally put down the uprising, one of several in Iraq that day.

Capt. Brian O’Malley, a 1st Cav spokesman, said the soldiers killed were riding in lightly armored tactical trucks. That taught a brutal lesson, he said. “More armor. From now on, tanks and Bradleys will do rescues,” he added.

The dead were remembered as brave soldiers, who went willingly to battle and whose finest hour came as they met their deaths for country and their fellow soldiers.

“It is awesome, the devotion to the soldiers they have,” said 1st Lt. Chris Cannon.

The same could be said of Cannon, who was among the wounded. He’d been gone from his soldiers for six days — too long, he said. His wound was really nothing, he said, just the back of his calf, the bullet went in and out, he was barely limping. He could not wait to get back to the base, and back to the soldiers.

Cannon said he was trying not to second-guess things, to say “if-only.” But he couldn’t help it.

“There were spaces in the Bradley … if they’d gotten in the Bradley. …,” he said.

As the ceremony continued, tears began to fall. “Four of the guys were in my company,” said 1st Lt. Chris Brautigam, 24. “It was tough that night when I found out they weren’t coming back.”

He said soldiers reacted differently to the terrible events of the day. “Some people were quiet,” he said. “Some were itching to get back out.”

Volesky mentioned those, the ones itching to get back out. He said he had asked some soldiers who had returned already to safety if they wanted to go back into the fray.

“‘Sir,’” he said they replied, “‘We’re waiting on you.’”

More to come


Posted by Greyhawk / April 12, 2004 7:30 PM | Permalink

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Pvt. Robert Arsiaga was from my hometown, Midland Texas. First Lady Laura Bush was in town visiting her mother when the sad news came and was able to pay her respects personally to Robert's family.

The 2/5th, of course, saw much action in the Ia Drang Valley in '65. .....We Were Soldiers.

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November 26, 2010


America@war
[Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

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But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004