MEGR
04-15-2004, 12:34 PM
Forwarded from an old buddy. Excuse the language.
S/F
Jim Stelling
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OK, I'm up out of my hole---at least for now. Nick called last night. His MAP-3 (Mobile Assault Platoon {replaced the 1980's-90's CAAT that was designed for armor threat vice threat they are facing now}) was brought back for a few hours to refuel/rearm/eat chow and he got a few minutes. What you won't hear on audio-bites "...parts of Falluja/Ramadi still under enemy control..." or from those fat phoney ****s Kennedy and Kerry et.al. is this: "Dad, we are kicking the living **** out of those mother****ers." It seems that the group that got ambushed were elements of 'G' 2/4. The rags set up diversional ambush sites elsewhere in Ramadi to draw attention and devoted their main effort on the Golf''s routine foot patrol. Nick has been told that the Ramadi front is designed to take heat off Falluja (2/1 and 1/5...1st recon is there as well). MAP 3 was called to provide relief to 'G.' Nick says that as they moved up, the rags were performing disciplined, as he calls it, "bounding fire and movement---they knew what they were doing---even when we knocked them back, they were 'bounding' " When I asked if he had cranked-off any rounds he replied with disgust, "Uhhh...yeahhhhh" (a version of 'no duh')...Dad our platoon alone has killed over 200 of those (again) mother****ers."
Relates that he got 4 in a taxi cab delivering ammo, several in door-ways, as well as several who were actually in friggin trees.
Heroism: One of Nick's Sgts got an AK round through shoulder and disobeyed LT's order for MEDEVAC. Remained with MAP for 4 hours and used an M-203 to continue fight.
Humor: Wounded rag runs in building. Marines pursue, apprehend. Rag is shrieking hysterically. "A big black Cpl puts barrel in rag;'s chest while screaming, 'Shut-the-****-up!' " Rag grabs weapon. Cpl levels him with a straight right hand to the face. Another Marine pounds rag over the xhead with a 5-pound bag of flower that breaks, thus creating a Three Stoogesque-scene when white-face rag is led out of house.
USMC Lore: As MAP was entering Ramadi on Wed minaret loudspeakers were ****ouncing, "This is the day you die, come forward and we will kill you in name of Jihad, bla, bla." Wpns Company Commander grabs interpreter, puts him on OUR loudspeaker and begins, "Come out and fight you goddamn pussys and fight us in the streets like ****ing men!" Nick relates that some did and, "We mowed them down." There was much, much more but you get the drift. Nick was was very tired but pumped. He spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone like the old WWII guys talking about the Tenaru River Banzai at G-canal...no angst or 'what have I done' nonsense. They have been so frustrated and angry losing friends to IEDs and other sneaky **** that I believe they do not consider the foe as human...and they're not. Nick says he was buddies with many KIA of Tues. A boot camp buddy from Illinois (PFC Morris) was KIA RPG last Sat.
Sun they went in to escort food hand-out amidst screaming and rock throwing. PAO Capt was along for ride and expressed aloud that this food stuff was a swell idea. On the way out, the rags blew an IED and KOed the 'skipper's' vehicle. Two WIA including our young reporter...numerous shrapnel wounds to face and "blood all over the place," according to Nick. I guess 'skipper' has adjusted his stance. Well, those "devils in yellow leggings" seem to be making an impression. Nick asserts that the rags are figuring out that there is a new sheriff in town and they are becoming more cowed. States that they are "blowing the **** out of everything." Of course, he knows that the cellar is still full of rats and every day you enter the cellar they will try and bite you...especially those that came to Iraq to die.
I know that he is fine because he signed-off with, "Semper Fi Dad, I love you."
Kelly, out
First of the First
Subject: Update from LtCol Paul Kennedy, CO of 2nd Bn, 4th Marines in Fallujah
The last two days have been the hardest two days this battalion has faced in over 30 years. Within the blink of an eye the situation went form relatively calm to a raging storm. You've known that since arriving there has been violence; attacks have been sporadic and mostly limited to roadside bombs. Your husbands have become experts at recognizing those threats and neutralizing them before we are injured. Up to this point the war has been the purview of corporals and sergeants, and the squad they lead.
Yesterday the enemy upped the ante.
Early in the morning we exchanged gunfire with a group of insurgents without significant loss. As morning progressed, the enemy fed more men into the fight and we responded with stronger force. Unfortunately, this led to injuries as our ! Marines and sailors started clearing the city block by block. The enemy did not run; they fought us like soldiers. And we destroyed the enemy like only Marines can. By the end of the evening the local hospital was so full of their dead and wounded that they ran out of space to put them. Your husbands were awesome all night they stayed at the job of securing the streets and nobody challenged them as the hours wore on. They did not surrender an inch nor did flinch from the next potential threat. Previous to yesterday the terrorist thought that we were soft enough to challenge. As of tonight the message is loud and clear that the Marines will not be beaten.
Today the enemy started all over again, although with far fewer numbers, only now the rest of the battalion joined the fight. Without elaborating to much, weapons company and Golf crushed their attackers with the vengeance of the righteous. They filled up the hospitals again and we suffered only a few injuries. Echo company dominated the previous day's battlefield. Fox company patrolled with confidence and authority; nobody challenged them. Even Headquarters Company manned their stations and counted far fewer people openly watching us with disdain. If the enemy is foolish enough to try to take your men again they will not survive contact. We are here to win.
The news looks grim from back in the States. We did take losses that, in our hearts, we will always live with. The men we lost were taken within the very opening minutes of the violence. They could not have foreseen the treachery of the enemy and they did not suffer. We can never replace these Marines and Sailors but they will fight on with us in spirit. We are not feeling sorry for ourselves nor do we fear what tomorrow will bring. The battalion has lived up to its reputation as Magnificent Bastards.
Yesterday made everyone here stronger and wiser; it will be a cold day in Hell before we are taken for granted again.
! Paul Kennedy and Jim Booker
[US/60]
Link==>http://www.navyseals.com/community/articles/article.cfm?id=3275
S/F
Jim Stelling
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
OK, I'm up out of my hole---at least for now. Nick called last night. His MAP-3 (Mobile Assault Platoon {replaced the 1980's-90's CAAT that was designed for armor threat vice threat they are facing now}) was brought back for a few hours to refuel/rearm/eat chow and he got a few minutes. What you won't hear on audio-bites "...parts of Falluja/Ramadi still under enemy control..." or from those fat phoney ****s Kennedy and Kerry et.al. is this: "Dad, we are kicking the living **** out of those mother****ers." It seems that the group that got ambushed were elements of 'G' 2/4. The rags set up diversional ambush sites elsewhere in Ramadi to draw attention and devoted their main effort on the Golf''s routine foot patrol. Nick has been told that the Ramadi front is designed to take heat off Falluja (2/1 and 1/5...1st recon is there as well). MAP 3 was called to provide relief to 'G.' Nick says that as they moved up, the rags were performing disciplined, as he calls it, "bounding fire and movement---they knew what they were doing---even when we knocked them back, they were 'bounding' " When I asked if he had cranked-off any rounds he replied with disgust, "Uhhh...yeahhhhh" (a version of 'no duh')...Dad our platoon alone has killed over 200 of those (again) mother****ers."
Relates that he got 4 in a taxi cab delivering ammo, several in door-ways, as well as several who were actually in friggin trees.
Heroism: One of Nick's Sgts got an AK round through shoulder and disobeyed LT's order for MEDEVAC. Remained with MAP for 4 hours and used an M-203 to continue fight.
Humor: Wounded rag runs in building. Marines pursue, apprehend. Rag is shrieking hysterically. "A big black Cpl puts barrel in rag;'s chest while screaming, 'Shut-the-****-up!' " Rag grabs weapon. Cpl levels him with a straight right hand to the face. Another Marine pounds rag over the xhead with a 5-pound bag of flower that breaks, thus creating a Three Stoogesque-scene when white-face rag is led out of house.
USMC Lore: As MAP was entering Ramadi on Wed minaret loudspeakers were ****ouncing, "This is the day you die, come forward and we will kill you in name of Jihad, bla, bla." Wpns Company Commander grabs interpreter, puts him on OUR loudspeaker and begins, "Come out and fight you goddamn pussys and fight us in the streets like ****ing men!" Nick relates that some did and, "We mowed them down." There was much, much more but you get the drift. Nick was was very tired but pumped. He spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone like the old WWII guys talking about the Tenaru River Banzai at G-canal...no angst or 'what have I done' nonsense. They have been so frustrated and angry losing friends to IEDs and other sneaky **** that I believe they do not consider the foe as human...and they're not. Nick says he was buddies with many KIA of Tues. A boot camp buddy from Illinois (PFC Morris) was KIA RPG last Sat.
Sun they went in to escort food hand-out amidst screaming and rock throwing. PAO Capt was along for ride and expressed aloud that this food stuff was a swell idea. On the way out, the rags blew an IED and KOed the 'skipper's' vehicle. Two WIA including our young reporter...numerous shrapnel wounds to face and "blood all over the place," according to Nick. I guess 'skipper' has adjusted his stance. Well, those "devils in yellow leggings" seem to be making an impression. Nick asserts that the rags are figuring out that there is a new sheriff in town and they are becoming more cowed. States that they are "blowing the **** out of everything." Of course, he knows that the cellar is still full of rats and every day you enter the cellar they will try and bite you...especially those that came to Iraq to die.
I know that he is fine because he signed-off with, "Semper Fi Dad, I love you."
Kelly, out
First of the First
Subject: Update from LtCol Paul Kennedy, CO of 2nd Bn, 4th Marines in Fallujah
The last two days have been the hardest two days this battalion has faced in over 30 years. Within the blink of an eye the situation went form relatively calm to a raging storm. You've known that since arriving there has been violence; attacks have been sporadic and mostly limited to roadside bombs. Your husbands have become experts at recognizing those threats and neutralizing them before we are injured. Up to this point the war has been the purview of corporals and sergeants, and the squad they lead.
Yesterday the enemy upped the ante.
Early in the morning we exchanged gunfire with a group of insurgents without significant loss. As morning progressed, the enemy fed more men into the fight and we responded with stronger force. Unfortunately, this led to injuries as our ! Marines and sailors started clearing the city block by block. The enemy did not run; they fought us like soldiers. And we destroyed the enemy like only Marines can. By the end of the evening the local hospital was so full of their dead and wounded that they ran out of space to put them. Your husbands were awesome all night they stayed at the job of securing the streets and nobody challenged them as the hours wore on. They did not surrender an inch nor did flinch from the next potential threat. Previous to yesterday the terrorist thought that we were soft enough to challenge. As of tonight the message is loud and clear that the Marines will not be beaten.
Today the enemy started all over again, although with far fewer numbers, only now the rest of the battalion joined the fight. Without elaborating to much, weapons company and Golf crushed their attackers with the vengeance of the righteous. They filled up the hospitals again and we suffered only a few injuries. Echo company dominated the previous day's battlefield. Fox company patrolled with confidence and authority; nobody challenged them. Even Headquarters Company manned their stations and counted far fewer people openly watching us with disdain. If the enemy is foolish enough to try to take your men again they will not survive contact. We are here to win.
The news looks grim from back in the States. We did take losses that, in our hearts, we will always live with. The men we lost were taken within the very opening minutes of the violence. They could not have foreseen the treachery of the enemy and they did not suffer. We can never replace these Marines and Sailors but they will fight on with us in spirit. We are not feeling sorry for ourselves nor do we fear what tomorrow will bring. The battalion has lived up to its reputation as Magnificent Bastards.
Yesterday made everyone here stronger and wiser; it will be a cold day in Hell before we are taken for granted again.
! Paul Kennedy and Jim Booker
[US/60]
Link==>http://www.navyseals.com/community/articles/article.cfm?id=3275