Happy Mothers Day from Afghanistan

May 11th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

Dear Gang,
Greeting from, Afghanistan. First of all I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all you gals out there in Cyberland!!
I can say that this is going to be a long tour. We travel around our city in armored Military vehicles and it’s a bit nerve racking, as we have to attend meetings in different spots. Crazy stuff.

I am learning Dari, the main language of the folks in power. There are a ton of dialects and folks from the North don’t understand the guys in the South. The same applies for each region–East and West. I just learned that I will work at another base close to here which is nice since all of my contacts are located there along with my translator who will begin my Dari lessons.

That means a nice commute each day through the streets of our city. We travel with a bullet in the chamber and our hand on the gun. When we see lots of kids in the street, then you get a better feeling about the trip. I enjoy doing magic tricks for the kids, and it shows my feeble attempt at making friends with the locals. Actually the kids and adults love that stuff.

All the Afghan’s that I have come in contact with are super nice and love to smile. You greet them with your right hand over your heart and say ‘Salaam Mailickem’ and they will do the same. Like people all around the world, they just want to provide food for their families and have some sort of home.

I have to say that this place reminds me of Mexico in a way with the crazy drivers except you don’t see this everyday in Mexico–a flock of sheep going down the main street with cars whizzing around them at hyper speeds as the father and son try not to get them killed (now I know where our mystery meat comes from.) The women for the most part walk around in beautiful blue burkas, but the children don’t wear them from what I have seen. Sometimes I’ll be waiting outside a base waiting for my ride to pick me up, and the children from the school next door will come over to say hello. I carry extra pens for them, but I make sure it’s a small group. If you give one Afghani something, they will all start to line up for a present.

They have a Bazaar on one of the local bases on the weekends, and after the vendors have cleared security, they set up shop. I was walking through with a couple of other officers looking at the nice stuff they had out. They do a fine job on silver jewelry, beautiful wooden boxes, scarves, etc. I walked up to one gent named Kullim and asked about the price of one set of jewelry, he said ”85 dollars” and I knew that was his opening salvo, they love to bargain with you and haggle till each of you are happy. If they give you a present, then it means he took you and felt guilty.

Next, I looked at some old Russian coins he had on the table. I held one up and asked, ‘how much?’ He says, ‘Oh for you my friend,$1.00.’ I turned to him and made the coin vanish with a little slight of hand, then pulled it out of his ear. He about flipped. Very excited, he called all of his fellow vendors over to our table. I repeated the trick and did a few more. Then I reached in my pocket and produced some key chains from my base back home in Texas. Handing one to Kullim, I found I had four more hands out. Luckily I had enough. I put my hand over my heart, bowed and thanked them. Well not to be out done, Kullim says, ‘Please stay here,’ and picked up a wad of Afghani money from the table and peeled off about ten bills. Nice crisp new bills. He handed them to me and bowed. Then the other vendors not to be out done by Kullim, they all produced money and handed it to me.

My buddies were watching in amazement as I was being bestowed all this money. Kullim then took me back to the table and put his arm around me. ‘Mr. Taco, for you my friend, I sell this set for $15 dollars.’ That was a big drop from $85, so I said ‘How about two more, so three total. He leaned into me and said, “This is my cost, so $45 dollars for all three.”

I walked away with a ton of Afghan money and a great buy. Those little key chains were gold. I learned a neat lesson, give something and you will receive it back twice fold. Wait a minute, where have I heard this before? Frank my Pastor says this alot and how true it is.

Well guys, I have to tell you that I work long hours, and don’t have much time to write.

Hope you all take care and I’ll talk to you soon.
Semper Fi,
Taco

Military Spouse Day 2008

May 6th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 5 Comments »
 This is a great message for you all.

From: On Behalf Of White House Press Releases

THE WHITE HOUSE
Office of the Press Secretary

For Immediate Release                              May 5, 2008

MILITARY SPOUSE DAY, 2008

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BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

A PROCLAMATION

Military spouses embody the courage, nobility of duty, and love of
country that inspire every American.  On Military Spouse Day, we pay
tribute to the husbands and wives who support their spouses in America's
Armed Forces during times of war and peace.

The legacy of military spouses began when colonial Americans were
fighting for independence.  Martha Washington boosted the morale of her
husband's troops by visiting battlefields and tending to the wounded.
Since then, members of our Armed Forces have served our Nation
accompanied by the steadfast love and support of their spouses and
families.

While our men and women in uniform are protecting our country's
founding ideals of liberty, democracy, and justice, their spouses live
with uncommon challenges, endure sleepless nights, and spend long
periods raising children alone.  Many military spouses are also
committed volunteers, serving other military families and local
communities.  Our Nation benefits from the sacrifices of our military
families, and we are inspired by their courage, strength, and
leadership.

On Military Spouse Day and throughout the year, we honor the
commitment spouses have made to freedom's cause.  To learn about ways to
support our troops and their spouses and families, I encourage all
Americans to visit www.americasupportsyou.mil.

NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States
of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution
and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim May 9, 2008, as
Military Spouse Day.  I call upon the people of the United States to
observe this day with appropriate ceremonies and activities and by
expressing their gratitude to the husbands and wives of those serving in
the United States Armed Forces.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this fifth day of
May, in the year of our Lord two thousand eight, and of the Independence
of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-second.

GEORGE W. BUSH

Camp CupCake Afghanistan

April 28th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 20 Comments »

old Russian tank
Dear Gang,
What is it like going into Afghanistan? Well, I remember landing under sniper fire, there was suppose to be some kind of a greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicles to get to our base. OK, that’s not really how my trip on the C-17 went, that experience belongs to the imagination of someone else running for national office. My trip into “Camp Cupcake” was more routine and very relaxed.

Afghanistan reminds me of Denver, the snow capped mountains in the background along with the high altitude of over five thousand feet. It gets a bit hot in the afternoon with blowing dust but the evenings are really nice at Bagram around 4pm. There has been a little bit of action the past couple of days and they delayed my trip to my next base, but I don’t mind, I can catch up on some needed sleep and rest up for the deep end that I’m about to jump into.

Well, what is it like here at Camp Cupcake? This base cracks me up, not to make fun of my Army and Air Force brothers but what is it about wearing PT gear 24/7? They show up to chow in it, shop at the PX in it and it is the goofiest thing to see a guy with a pistol strapped to his leg in his little blue workout shorts. It must also drive our Muslim brothers crazy as they see these gals walking around half naked in their eyes.

The base requires that they wear a reflective “Disco belt” at all times, some do, some don’t. I guess to keep from getting hit at night by a car which makes sense, but during the day too? I mean, who ever went out of their way to run someone down with a vehicle? Since that is not part of the Marine Uniform, we don’t comply, hell we only wear PT gear to workout in and our uniforms the rest of the time. They have to wear the belt at the gym to ensure that a Humvee won’t run over the hard chargers on the cross trainer.
Daytime Disco Belts

We really have gone to war here and garrison has broken out after five years. The other crazy thing here is saluting. Boy it’s tough just walking down street because both branches salute Officer’s whether they are wearing PT gear or a uniform. I’m not so worried about getting blown up here; it’s coming back with a broken chicken wing from all the saluting. I switched over to my brown “Onezy” as the Corporal in this office calls my flight suit, and then I can walk around incognito. See, the Navy and Air Force wear their rank on their shoulders and Marines don’t. The Army has it on their caps and right on their chest, so confusing for these guys. They can’t see my rank on my name patch until they are right on top of me and then they don’t know what to do and some snap a salute while the others are walking away scratching their head “Was that an Officer? Were we supposed to salute him?”
PT gear

They have everything here at this base, I mean I went for a haircut in the PX square and they have a spa/saloon. You have to make an appointment for a massage, or to get your nails done, about a day out. I was thinking about a pedicure but not sure if the gals can handle my nasty toes. When I finally got into the chair, she asked me if I wanted my hair shampooed. “What?” my head looks like a boot camp rookie with just some hair on the front and she wants to shampoo what? My stubble? You can also eat Burger King, DQ and Green Bean coffee. I know why all the gunfighters come back here for R and R since there is a ton of stuff and the safety of a big base.

Now they still have tons of land mines left over from the old Russians days, so you don’t go wondering off to look at the cool old Russian junk out in the field. This is the second most heavily mined country in the world they tell me, so stay on the road. We did find some old hulks pulled inside the wire. I have to say that this wouldn’t be a bad place to be stationed for a year as long as I don’t have to wear that disco belt day and night. Hope you all are doing well and talk to you soon.
Semper Fi,
Taco

Free Agent

April 21st, 2008 Posted in Military | 22 Comments »

So, you want to volunteer to go to war huh? Crazy as that sounds, there are a lot of us out there who do this little trip over to the war and let me tell you something, that is why the Muslim insurgents will never defeat us. See, there are tons of former military guys who for many reasons decide to join back up for this fight.

Are you one of them? Well, let me fill you in on how to do this and what happens if you are a Marine. First of all, being a reservist is akin to being a “Free Agent” in the NFL. You can pick and choose what assignment you would like to fill in either theater. Active duty guys really get the short end of the straw and when told to report somewhere, they have to grin and bear it while we are sent a list of available billets to choose from. Making you the boss of your own destiny is sort of fun in a weird way. When I volunteered for Iraq, I was looking over the list of jobs (maybe fifty positions there) and I knew what some of them did, but there were others that made me say HHHMMMMmmmm? I was on the phone with the reserve manpower officer one day, “O.k., what is a Battle Captain?” He paused and said he didn’t know. Well that sounded cool, “Put that on my short list” followed by “What is the Air Boss job?” He hazarded a guess that they bossed planes around. This guy wasn’t much help. I knew what the Air Boss on the ship did, but how did that work in Iraq? I liked that title so I told him that I wanted that job. Turned out to be a busy job with lots of stuff to do and I found out it had little to do with bossing planes around except for the Russian contract planes that tried to cheat us out of gas and I could tell them a thing or two.

Three years ago, joining up for a tour was like that, you found a billet and then mobilized with a unit and off you went. Now that this war has been going for over five plus years, the Corps has found a way to make it a partial “red ass” (remember when you got spanked by your Dad’s big leather disco belt and it hurt to sit, well same thing) to serve. At least that is what I thought when I first showed up 31 March for my pre-deployment training in Camp LeJeune, North Carolina. They have a program put together that includes some really good training, and some that I could just do without the pain. Because of the rollover deaths in the Humvee’s, they have built a trainer that spins around in circles to simulate your up armored Humvee taking a sharp turn or being blown up by an IED. Imagine a full size Humvee with the 240 lbs combat doors attached. They turn it on and spin it around and around. Kind of like being stuck in a couple of cycles of your clothes dryer. The dust and junk inside are floating in the air as you try to maintain a grip on your rubber M-16 or it will fly off and pop someone in the face. When it comes to rest, you practice egression out of one of the doors (they lock all the doors except one). Well, hanging upside down with your flack jacket and helmet on, and trying to get your seatbelt off is something that takes a bit of finesse or you will drop on your head. The Marines built this training up to be something that will make you sick. I loved it, a bit like the Helo dunker in our pool training only without the chlorine nasal injector as the pool water is forced up your sinuses.

They basically run you through all the stages to make you a fully qualified Marine again–go to the gas chamber and suck up some CS gas; do the swim quall; get all of your shots which hurt by the way, and they can give up to four shots a day including the dreaded smallpox shot. Remember that nice round scar you had on your left arm as a kid? Well, you get to walk around with this festering mess on your arm for about two weeks or so. Let’s not forget the shooting part of it. This made me laugh a bit. See, the weapon I carry is the M9 9mm pistol, unless I am in a billet that calls for the mighty M-4 5.56 rifle. But as an O-5, you have to shoot everything again. I haven’t shot the rifle in 14 years and just remember it being a pain-in-the-ass long drawn out week. First, we went to shoot the pistol. I like shooting guns and the pistol is my favorite, so getting Expert was a piece of cake. Plus, since they run a short course on that, three relays in a day, if you don’t like your score, you didn’t have to take it, but you do have to qualify on it–nothing like zero pressure on the qualification relay. Then the following week starts the pain. You show up each morning at 0445, drive a half hour over to Stone Bay to pick up your rifle and then sit around till 0630 when the sun starts to peek over the pine trees. Since we had three Marines in our group, we took the first relay each day, and no pulling of the “Butt’s” (that is what they call the area with the targets) in the afternoon. See, they have to send Marines down in the pits to pull the targets up and down to mark the bullet holes.
You start off at the two hundred-yard line, firing five rounds from the sitting, then from the kneeling and then from the standing position in a time limit of 20 minutes. Sounds easy till the wind starts blowing you back and forth just as you apply pressure on the trigger for that perfect bulls-eye. This is followed by a rapid-fire session of ten rounds- Moving back to three hundred-yard line, you shoot five rounds sitting and then in the prone position at a target that is about eight inches in diameter. To top off your training, you then move back to the five hundred-yard line and shoot ten rounds at a man-sized target. This goes on till about noon and then they switch places. We lucked out, for the weather was a bit chilly in the a.m., 40F but it warmed up nicely in the afternoon to about sixty or so. No rain, thank God. This goes on till you qualify on Wednesday. I told all my guys that they would be experts and six out of seven made it and the one Marine missed it by two points.

It’s one thing to be an Expert shooting at a still target, and quite another shooting at a moving one. So the Corps came up with the Table II shooting course where you shoot lots of bullets in various positions at a moving target. Now at a hundred yards, you don’t have to lead the target as much, so point of aim is still pretty much point of impact. What gives me a chuckle is how they do it. If it was the Army, they would spend hundreds of millions of dollars designing a super duper automated system. What system did the Corps buy? A two-dollar wooden pole that they staple a man-sized target to, and then have LCpl Jones pop this thing up into the air above the berm that protects him from getting shot as he walks along the ramp bobbing this thing up and down at a fast clip. Bullets are flying over his head zapping the target. Who ever came up with this simple solution was actually using his head!
This training is slated for twenty-one days and it is something all reservists have to go through. I will tell you that we had the finest coaches on hand, and that was proven when an old LtCol managed a 232 on the rifle after not shooting the M16A2 in 14 years… so if we get into a fire fight, I’m feeling pretty good that I can take a couple of the bad guys out. Just remember that all Marines are riflemen and our motto is “one shot, one kill.”

\"On the Range\"
Trigger, trigger, fire!!I’m going to be shipping over very soon and will be out of contact for a few weeks till I get set up. I’d like to thank all of you who have written me letters of support, and apologize ahead of time if I don’t respond back right away. Thanks again and hope this gives you a bit of insight into how they prepare us to fight. By the way, if you are retired and want to come back for some reason, call the separations branch and if you still in the five year window from retirement, then it’s pretty easy for you to come back and play with the boys again. The world’s best shooting club wants you to hang out again!!
S/F
Taco

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The New SandGram…

April 8th, 2008 Posted in Site News | 28 Comments »

Dear Gang,
If you are reading this, then you found out I have moved. This was a goal I had six months ago and spurred on by my Uncle Bruce who helped me get the domain name for the Sandgram. We started to use MS Frontpage, but that is more for websites and not blogging so I was a bit at a loss on converting over from Blogspot.
After having dinner with Marcus from A Soldier’s Perspective, he volunteered to take on the task of converting me to WordPress. Let me tell you something, I’m like a fourth grader when it comes to playing with the programs needed to accomplish this task, but he made it look easy. His fingers were gliding over the keys, mouse clicking, dragging stuff, and putting it here and there at Hyper sonic speeds. I owe him more the 12 pack of beer I bought for the night’s work and owe his awesome wife a big debt of thanks for letting me borrow him for six hours of playing on the computer. So Marcus, if you are reading this, you are my new hero!!!
Guys, welcome to my new site, it’s going to be a bit rough at first, but I’m looking forward to some fun entries over the next couple of months as I head over to Afghanistan. I will be filling you in on how to apply for a job over in the war and what it takes to mobilize. Until then, take care and talk to you soon.
Semper Fi,
Taco

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Change in Orders

March 30th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

Hey Guys,

I have started my journey to Camp Lejeune NC where I’ll start the three weeks of training to prepare for my deployment. I have to say that the tide of the war has surely been changed forever!

Since I will be stationed with the State department, they offered me a chance to participate in a new program. If I extend my orders to 18 months, then I can take my family over with me. T and I discussed this as we were doing our Yoga this morning, and have decided to accept these new and exciting orders. We figured it would be a great educational experience for the children to say that they lived in Afghanistan.

Our soon-to-be five-year-old was very excited over the news and will be measured for her first Burka Monday at Burka’s R-US in Dallas next to the Islamic world-wide education center.

The children will attend a local school near the base where T has applied to be a teacher. We’re not clear if she will be able to drive or not so the taxi service might be our newest best friend.

Afghanistan will be an incredible assignment and anyone interested in visiting will always have a place to stay in our new Former Taliban palace. All I can say is that the Tea will always be on, and there will be fresh Lamb chops for dinner. I’d like to thank T for her tremendous support in this decision!!

Look forward to hearing from you all soon and an early Happy April’s Fool Day too!

Semper Fi,
Taco

PS
For those who think I’m serious, this is a joke!!!

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Reporting for Duty

March 28th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

The countdown begins till I deploy…
S/F
Taco

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Semantics, The Rebuilding in Iraq…

March 21st, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

You know, I’m tired of hearing people talk about the “Iraq War.” When you think about it, we aren’t at war in Iraq. As my Uncle Bruce pointed out, we are in the “Reconstruction of Iraq” right now. The last I heard, we won the war; hell, we kicked the Iraqi’s military back in ’91 and again in ’03. Right now we are helping them rebuild their country in addition to improving their security.

Think about it; we dropped two atomic bombs on Japan, firebombed their cities to dust, and then went in there and rebuilt their country as well. While we are on the subject of a “Do-over,” how about Germany? Man, we bombed the living hell out of their country as well, and look at the modern cities they got out of it. Both Countries are doing pretty well in the grand scheme of things I must say, and all thanks to the United States since most of the European countries were flat broke after the war or leveled by the armies of both sides. We even had to fight an insurgency in Germany in the years following the end of the war.

The American Military was present during the reconstruction for years after the cessation of hostilities in 1945, and to a great extent, are still there. Funny thing is look at former Eastern Germany; it still looked very much like it did after the dark days of WWII thanks to Russia and we got to see it when the wall came crashing down in ’91. Now maybe the Russians were keeping the Germans down after getting millions of their guys killed on the Eastern Front, but somehow I think Stalin was just a flat-out, mean guy, who then turned around and killed millions of his own people in the years that followed VE day. So the last thing he wanted to do was rebuild the country that kicked his behind.

With all this said, let’s no longer call it “The War in Iraq,” but call it what it really is, “The Reconstruction of Iraq” since we are building schools, hospitals, and the things that they need to live. Then, when all the protesters come out to march, they will be holding up signs that say “Pull out of Iraq, don’t help them anymore.” Kind of funny, just by changing a few words, you change the whole prospective of what this thing really is. While we help the Iraqis, we are not really fighting Iraqis.

But we are being attacked by Muslim terrorists from other countries. So that means we are fighting a war against Muslim Terrorists. We’re at peace with the Iraqi Government; we’re just at war with Muslim terrorists. The next time someone mentions “The war in Iraq,” stop him or her right away and say, “We’re not at war in Iraq, we’re rebuilding it.” They will come back with that we are fighting over there. That’s correct, our troops are fighting terrorists, but so are about thirty other countries too. If you start going around the world, country by country, you’ll see that most are having problems with Muslim terrorist too, so that makes it a “World-wide War on Terror.” But as to a War in Iraq, we’re at peace and working with the Iraqi Government, so I’d say that we’re rebuilding it.”

Now if enough people started saying this and the cable talk shows and radio shows began calling it what it is, then I think folks’ perspective would change as to what we truly are doing there.

So all together now “It’s not a war in Iraq, it’s a reconstruction of Iraq.” Semantics…that’s all.
Semper Fi,
Taco

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Update #6 from Major Tucker

March 14th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

Dear Family and Friends:

In a short time I will begin my journey out of Iraq to Kuwait and back home to the United States and my family. First and foremost, I am grateful for having had this opportunity to serve the Corps once again and to have been here during a critical phase of the American military experience in Iraq.

My unique job here provided me with a chance to live and observe Marines at the small unit level and it afforded me unfettered access to a variety of units and operations in Iraq that only a few outside those units ever see and experience. The other day I quickly tallied the cumulative distance I have flown in helicopters crisscrossing Anbar Province and they add up to somewhere over three thousand miles. Add to that number the few hundred miles on the roads in tactical convoys and mounted patrols and the innumerablevisits to Combat Outposts, Joint Security Stations, Patrol Bases, and Forward Operating Bases and you begin to get some limited sense of myodyssey.

There are many memories I will take with me, most of them positive, a few sobering, and some dispiriting. Several of my thoughts and impressions of Iraq, like the war itself, remain unresolved. To fully capture the experiences I have had here would be beyond the scope of this email, so I will try to convey my perspectives with regards to the situation here, a blend of fatalism, pessimism, and optimism.

Many back home say that the United States should not have gone to war in Iraq in 2003. This is the one position I have agreed with since before the war began, because as a student of history and a military man, I found it strategically unwise to open up a distinctly different front while we were engaged in Afghanistan. That strategic decision exposed how ill prepared we were for the sort of war we are fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan, a type of war that requires a different military mindset and significant non-military expertise and resources. We have spent the better part of the last five years trying to make up for those deficiencies and to a great extent we have succeeded when it comes to military training, tactics, and techniques.

However, much work remains to be done with respect to the resources dedicated to the non-military side. For now, the task at hand is to find a militarily sound, politically reasonable, and cost effective means to help the Iraqis maintain security and stability, foster economic growth, and reform their institutions of government. It is reasonable to ask, “Are we and the Iraqis making meaningful progress?” Based on what I have seen and heard, from the walks through Iraqi towns and talks while drinking tea in people’s homes to the briefings I have listened to, I would have to say yes, we are making progress. But much of that progress is occurring on more of an Iraqi timeline and in the context of what is feasible for Iraqis, not what we Americans expect or desire.

Some suggest that we ought to simply withdraw and that act, in and of itself, will get the Iraqis moving toward resolving many of their outstanding issues. Well, we are withdrawing to a limited and prudent extent and the Iraqis are aware that our presence will decrease in the coming year. In some ways, their leaders are probably more anxious than we are about our Presidential election. They know that as we reduce our presence, they will have to solve more problems on their own. I don’t think a rapid withdrawal, as some envision it, would be prudent, because it would be destabilizing,put many Iraqis and Americans at risk unnecessarily, and jeopardize our gains at many levels.

The gradual, incremental approach we are taking with respect to security, rule of law, and governance seems the best way to effect a transition that will have a better probability of success in the long run.What is the “long run”? Well I can’t predict how the future will play out, but if we want to see a viable and stable Iraq, I expect we will need an American presence, civil and military, at least until the Iraqis determine that we are not needed, which may not be for several more years.

The security agreements being negotiated now will probably allow us to remain here beyond that point, more likely for technical and logistics support and with a shallower “footprint”. In the near term though, if certain conditions are met with respect to security this year, I can foresee a further reduction in the American military presence by the end of 2008 and possible further reductions in forces in 2009. Five years into this war, many Americans are right to ask “What have America’s resources done for the average Iraqi?” who still struggles with getting clean water, adequate fuel and electricity, and confronts an unemployment rate of at least twenty five percent.

As I mentioned earlier, security has improved dramatically since this time last year. Iraqi confidence in the local police and judiciary are essential elements of the move toward a functioning society with respect for the rule of law. The slow evolution of these elements is the subject of much attention and frustration here, but there are signs of incremental progress. The credit for the decline in daily violence against Americans and Iraqis can be credited in large part to a combination of American and Iraqi courage and cooperation at the neighborhood levels in cities across Anbar, with Iraqis (mostly Sunnis in Anbar, Shiites in other provinces) informing police and the military of insurgent activities and men standing guard at checkpoints as members of armed neighborhood watch patrols.

The insurgents, for their part, are still indiscriminately attacking civilians and security forces, but with limited effectiveness. Several days ago, near a neighborhood watch post north of here, an Iraqi on watch foiled a suicide vehicle born IED by shooting the driver before he could reach the checkpoint. The car exploded short of its target, killing the driver and wounding the Iraqi sentry. His swift action prevented serious injuries and damage. But it is not just the Iraqis responsible for security who are standing up for security in their communities. Recently in Ramadi, the provincial capital, a suicide bomber entered a restaurant, but before he could detonate his explosives, the owner tackled him. The would be bomber broke free and fled on foot, pursued by Iraqi Police, who shot and killed him.

Much is made in the news of the violent and spectacular attacks that succeed, but you rarely hear of everyday Iraqis fighting against the insurgents and thwarting attacks. When will these sorts of attacks end? I suspect Iraq will experience some level of this sort of violence for years to come, but we are at the point where this sorts of sporadic violence has yet to sow widespread fear and disrupt the momentum and desire for progress.

When I think about progress here I am reminded of a foot patrol I was on a few weeks ago in Fallujah, with a squad of Marines and a team of Iraqi Police. We passed a school that had been refurbished using Iraqi labor and Marine reconstruction funds. It had reopened a month or so ago and was just letting out for the day. A cold wind spattered rain and blew trash down the street. Mothers rushed their children along to get out of the weather and our path, while the happy chatter of grade school girls dressed in colorful garb and crowding at the corner broke the drab surroundings and the silence.

As we walked by them we were greeted with shy smiles and waves from the girls and a few deadpan looks from the teenagers, who like teenagers everywhere, were trying to appear tough and unaffected. Moments like that illustrate to me that Iraq’s future,the youth, may finally be experiencing a new sense of normalcy. On our patrol route down dirty alleyways and roads, we said hello to every adult and child we encountered, while the Iraqi Police handed out candy to the kids who trailed behind us or ran to greet us. Along the way, the Marines joked with some of the kids who they knew fro
m their frequent patrols in the area. Fifteen years from now, if these same kids have grown up in a neighborhood free of the violence their parents knew,received an education, and been able to marry and find a decent job,those will be significant measures of our success.

Through it all, it is important for us to keep in mind that the Iraqis are learning what it means to govern themselves and how to hold their elected representatives accountable. Given their history and the recent attempts to reform their government and find common ground, you can imagine that much hard work and sacrifice remains. It will simply take time for Iraqis to bridge these divides while making and coordinating everyday decisions at the local, provincial, and national levels. Their list is long and daunting: expand and train the army and police, develop the expertise to establish a fair and functioning justice system that respects the rule of law, harness the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers to irrigate large tracts of arable land and provide power for businesses,and deliver basic services to the people.

Those back home who expect some magical moments of self reliance and reconciliation must understand that these will not manifest themselves as moments in time or singular events, but through the cumulative ebb and flow of negotiation and compromise within a society where religion and politics are intertwined. In this environment, there are varying degrees of societal resistance to solving seemingly intractable problems, like prevalent corruption and sectarian conflict. With the gains that have been made in the past year,there is now an urgent need for Iraqi leaders to roll up their sleeves and work together to instill a sense of popular confidence in their government before their people begin to lose hope. If they can seize this moment in time, America will witness the growing legacy of a worthy sacrifice.

Semper Fidelis,
Brooks D.Tucker Major, USMCR

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the Home Front Hero’s of this war

March 11th, 2008 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

When serving in the Military, you take for granted that folks will die. Crazy as this sounds to me, you just know that if a buddy didn’t make it out of his plane or an IED blows up next to a guy you are friends with, it was part of their job. We are a unit, all brothers in arms, and we all feel that loss. There is also another Corps of folks out there supporting our Military Men and Women every day. They don’t receive medals for what they do, nor will you see their obits run in any national paper under the death toll of the war, but they help keep the morale of our men and women to the level where this thing is bearable and in my mind, are the backbone of our Military.

I have made many Cyber friends through my experience in Iraq. Some, I’ve had the honor of meeting in the last two years, and still many more keep in contact via email. These folks span many states and spend countless hours either on the computer writing our troops or standing in line at the post office to send a package of support.

So, when one of them dies, I feel the loss as one of our own has passed. In the last twelve months, I have lost two of my biggest supporters. The first was a mystery woman named “Betty.” Actually, the letters were always signed “The Two Betty’s” because as it turned out, Betty had moved in to take care of her mother, also named Betty, and together they picked out Marines and Soldiers on AnySoldier.com to support. Being a crazy Marine, I had posted a request for help tracking down the agent of Catherine Bell, the Marine LtCol actress from the TV show J.A.G. It was my intent to get her over for a morale visit to the Marines in An Bar Province. Betty saw this post and responded immediately to my request with a phone number, cell phone number, and address for her agent. I was blown away by this immediate response, and asked how she came across this valuable information? She wouldn’t say, but from her style of writing there were many clues as to her background, and it was obvious that she was someone of extreme importance. As it turns out, I was right; she was a retired Senior VP for a major company in the US and still had her finger on the pulse of all the right people all over the world.

She wasn’t one to complain or go into her problems but as it turns out, she was suffering from a pulmonary problem that restricted her to her house, and now in the care of her mother. She passed away last March, and a part of my “Army” was now gone. I still go back and read her letters, for she had such a great way with words.

Recently we lost a former Marine named “Big Bro Jim I.” Jim liked to support our guys and gals with a box full of cigars and chewing tobacco if you were so inclined. He had spent his time in Vietnam and, by God; he was going to let our troops know that there was a segment of this great nation who supported them. I always pictured Jim as a big grizzly former Marine sitting at the keyboard pounding out letters to us with mitts the size of an outfielder’s hand. Jim liked to type in all caps, which to me is hard on the eyes, but it made it easier for him to read, I guess. One day I was in my office and I received an email from his wife “SusanIron@XXX.com” and when I opened it I read “TACO, I WANT YOU.” That was it, no more, no less.

Hmmmm, Taco, I want you what? Is she hitting on me? That is strange. So I hit reply and typed “Thank you very much for your email. While I’m flattered I’m sure that Mr. Iron might have an issue with this as well as my wife. Thanks again and have a great day.”

About ten minutes after I sent this out, I received another email from Susan Iron that said “TACO, I WANT YOU TO GET ME SOME SAND FROM IRAQ AND MAIL IT TO ME, BIG BROTHER JIM.” Ole Jim, not too savvy on the keyboard, had sent me an email prematurely while using his wife’s account. It gave me a big chuckle later but had me worried for a while!!! What a crazy ole bastard!! I had to beat him to stop using CAPS too!!

Those were just two folks out there like you, the average Joe who lead a secret life of super supporter, and while we don’t have a medal made up for them just yet, you can bet a million dollars that their contributions to the troop morale will never be forgotten. God Bless you Betty and Jim who are now guarding the Pearly Gates for us, and all the countless others out there in Cyber land I haven’t mentioned. Now that my sermon is over, the Church Ladies will lead us in our next hymn…
Semper Fi,
Taco

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