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November 29, 2004

A Small and Often Tragic World

Greyhawk

Keep your Wiley's on for this one.

Korea:

Back in '89-'91 as the Iron Curtain fell and Saddam Hussein announced for all to hear that a peaceful world was not his cup of tea I was stationed at Yongsan Army installation in Seoul Korea. Like everywhere else I've been stationed or deployed, news from there strikes a bit close to home. When I read the following a couple weeks back I immediately sent an email to the Mrs.
See if you can guess why.

YONGSAN GARRISON ? When a student at Seoul American High School last year mentioned she was having a hard time caring about the faraway war in Iraq, Michelle Pell decided to make it matter.

Pell, an English teacher, began putting a sign on her door each day to tally the fatalities from the fighting. The latest count was at least 1,186, according to Pell?s door.

Ms Pell is posting the death toll on her door in a school on a military installation, reminding her young students every day that their parents could be the next to go. Since they actually attend High School for reasons other than developing awareness of Iraq and since worrying excessively about their odds of being orphaned could be detrimental to achieving their educational goals I think that her project is unpardonable. Being the parent of students at a Department of Defense Dependents School in Europe I immediately pinged the wife to check with the kids to make sure none of their teachers were engaged in any similar freakish and unforgivable behavior.

By the way, the paragraphs quoted above were from a story in Stars and Stripes relating the sad news that a graduate of Seoul American High School had become the first allumnus of that proud institution to loose his life in Iraq. In fact, he was class of '90 - he graduated while I was stationed there. Since I lived in the small family housing area it's likely I saw him from time to time, one of the many young faces I passed in the playground while there with my kids or saw in the PX or the commisary or at the Fourth of July fireworks...

There are pictures of the man acompanying the article - high school yearbook photos and more recent shots of a proud young father in uniform holding his child. His face hadn't really changed in those very few years. I didn't recognize him, but he looked like every young American I've ever seen.

?I?ve been waiting for this to hit since the war started,? Pell said while sitting in her empty classroom Wednesday afternoon. ?It just makes me sick."

I'll bet she has; I'm sure it does. He must have been the toughest number she ever added to her door.

________________

Iraq:

I had the honor of hearing a very high ranking Air Force officer speak here in Iraq recently. He told of presenting Purple Hearts to a couple of Air Force troops who'd been wounded in action while serving with the Army in Fallujah.

These young enlisted men were Air support liasons, their mission with the Army was to coordinate close air support, calling in death from above on enemy positions often dangerously close to friendly forces. All this while in the thick of things under enemy fire. One of these individuals left a marked impression on the General, the story he told struck a chord with me too.

The young Senior Airman (SrA, USAF E4) accompanied the Company Commander and a small group of soldiers into a house containing some very much alive and hostile enemy forces. The bad guys got the first shots, killed the Captain and dropped another of the GIs there. Without thought for his own safety the SrA grabbed the wounded troop and began pulling him out of the room and to safety, but took a round in the right shoulder for his efforts.

Other troops meanwhile joined the fray and finished off the rats' nest. Ultimately the Air Force guy gets a purple heart from a General, who relates the story I'll quote from memory.

"He had a wounded right arm, so after pining the medal I shook his left hand. But then he saluted me with his right hand, a move that I could tell caused him great pain."

The General choked up a little while telling the tale, and the ever-present dust appeared to be irritating his eyes, too.

Should have kept the Wiley's on.

________________


The General didn't name names in his story, so I began looking around. I knew from 2Slick's absolute must-read report on Fallujah that the Army had lost only one Company Commander, but his account didn't include the name. Next stop Blackfive's, who didn't disappoint me. The Captain's name was Sean Sims, and he was stationed in Germany. I looked in at Sarah's, an Army wife in Germany, and found another interesting angle on the story there.

All that info in hand I turned to my trusty research assistant, Google.

I still haven't identified that Air Force Airman, but I found blogs run by friends or relatives of the Captain here and here and here. The last site has followup entry here, that includes a message from Cpt Sims' father, himself a retired Colonel:

I don?t know what to say or how to describe the sacrifice of your blood for this country. Having served in Vietnam, twice, having a father who spent 36 years as a soldier through two wars, and a brother who served in Vietnam twice and is now 100% disabled from his injuries there, I am encouraged by the awareness of our countrymen for the sacrifices of our children. I am thankful for the realization by our citizenry that freedom is not free.

The Colonel doesn't mention it but I realize now that he also served in Korea. I know because in that same blog entry where his words are reproduced I found a picture of this warrior son of a warrior's son, holding his child, the same picture that I first saw in this Stars and Stripes story I first mentioned above, mourning the first Seoul American High School graduate to die fighting in Iraq.

A picture of a man now young forever.

So much more than number 1,186 on Michelle Pell's door of horror.

________________

Germany, America, Fallujah...


Cpt Sims' funeral will be held today in the US. There has already been a service honoring all four of the fallen of the 2nd Battalion, 2nd Infantry Regiment in Vilseck, Germany.

Cpt Sims' unit had an embedded reporter with them in Fallujah, and his account of their lethal run through the heart of the anti-Iraqi insurgency will be told in a six-part series in the Miami Herald, part one of which is here.

This is how it begins:

After Sims took in the view, soldiers of Alpha Company scrambled to a road overlooking Fallujah. Then sniper fire began and the battle was joined. Some soldiers emptied their M-16 clips, some yelling, others laughing as return fire pinged off the armored Bradley fighting vehicles and pavement around them.

''Lord, I have to say a special prayer now,'' the 32-year-old Sims said in the soft-spoken accent of his hometown of Eddy, Texas.

He hustled up a berm to the road to link up with the Task Force 2-2 reconnaissance team.

Crouched on his right knee, Sims watched the insurgents' mortar rounds land, and a minute or two later he heard the retort of U.S. artillery. A few hundred yards away, the outskirts of Fallujah rose out of the desert in a warren of sand-colored houses.

Satellite images after recent airstrikes showed dozens of ensuing explosions that probably resulted from roadside bombs placed by the insurgents.

''Everybody realizes that it's something that will affect the rest of our lives, in terms of seeing that type of combat,'' Sims had said a few days earlier. ``When the first bullet impacts, you know the eyes of the world are going to be on you.''

Near Sims, a sniper lay on his belly with a rifle scope pressed against one eye. A five-man team of insurgents was scampering in and out of the buildings of Askari. One rebel appeared to be carrying mortars.

More bullets flew by, and the mortar rounds moved closer. Capt. Kirk Mayfield, of the recon team, yelled, ``Everyone behind the truck!''

Standing next to his Humvee, Mayfield screamed for U.S. mortar strikes on the five-man team. After the ensuing rumble, a voice called over the radio: ``Can I get a battle damage assessment?''

''An assessment?'' the reply came. ``There is no more building.''

Sims laughed to himself.

Sniper shots zipped by, pinging off the Humvee.

''Where is that sniper? Here it is,'' Mayfield barked, turning to a gunner behind an automatic grenade launcher. ``Blow him away.''

The red-hot streak of another bullet whizzed past. The gunner shot round after round, with explosions echoing across the town, then pulled a pair of binoculars to his face and announced: ``He is not there anymore.''

Sims called over to his men, ''Let's go,'' and they went scrambling back down the dirt berm.

The story of the last days of a brief life lived in freedom's cause.

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