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This very touching eMail was passed to me by Bob
Taylor a PI in New Jersey.
Although this does not tell much about the war in
Iraq. It speaks volumes about our troops and their leadership.
By contrast, it also makes one wonder about the
focus and quality of "American Journalism".
I wonder which will be read
by Americans 100 years from now, the almost trite daily reports by
those paid to "make news", or this heartfelt and heartwarming
story about a Thanksgiving surprise and those willing to give their lives
for their country - even if it never "makes news"?
Alan M. Kaplan |
An eMail
from a Captain in
Iraq
We knew there was a dinner planned with ambassador Bremer and LTG
Sanchez.
There were 600 seats available and all the units in the division
were tasked with filling a few tables. Naturally, the 501st MI battalion
got ourtable. Soldiers were grumbling about having to sit through
another dog-and-pony show, so we had to pick soldiers to attend. I chose
not to go. But, about 1500 the G2, LTC Devan, came up to me and with a
smile, asked me to come to dinner with him, to meet him in his office at
1600 and bring a camera. I didn't really care about getting a picture
with Sanchez or Bremer, but when the division's senior intelligence
officer asks you to go, you go. We were seated in the chow hall, fully
decorated for thanksgiving when aaaaallllll kinds of secret service guys
showed up. That was my first clue, because Bremer's been here before and
his personal security detachment is not that big. Then BG Dempsey got up
to speak, and he welcomed ambassador Bremer and LTG Sanchez. Bremer
thanked us all and pulled out a piece of paper as if to give a speech.
He mentioned that the President had given him this thanksgiving speech
to give to the troops. He then paused and said that the senior man
present should be the one to give it. He then looked at Sanchez, who
just smiled. Bremer then said that we should probably get someone more
senior to read the speech. Then, from behind the camouflage netting, the
President of the
United States
came around. The mess hall actually erupted with hollering. Troops
bounded to their feet with shocked smiles and just began cheering with
all their hearts. The building actually shook. It was just unreal. I was
absolutely stunned. Not only for the obvious, but also because I was
only two tables away from the podium. There he stood, less than thirty
feet away from me! The cheering went on and on and on. Soldiers were
hollering, cheering, and a lot of them were crying. There was not a dry
eye at my table. When he stepped up to the cheering, I could clearly see
tears running down his cheeks. It was the most surreal moment I've had
in years. Not since my wedding and Aaron being born. Here was this man,
our President, came all the way around the world, spending 17 hours on
an airplane and landing in the most dangerous airport in the world,
where a plane was shot out of the sky not six days before. Just to spend
two hours with his troops. Only to get on a plane and spend another 17
hours flying back. It was a great moment, and I will never forget it. He
delivered his speech, which we all loved, when he looked right at me and
held his eyes on me. Then he stepped down and was just mobbed by the
soldiers. He slowly worked his way all the way around the chow hall and
shook every last hand extended. Every soldier who wanted a photo with
the President got one. I made my way through the line, got dinner, then
wolfed it down as he was still working the room. You could tell he was
really enjoying himself. It wasn't just a photo opportunity. This man
was actually enjoying himself! He worked his way over the course of
about 90 minutes towards my side of the room. Meanwhile, I took the
opportunity to shake a few hands. I got a picture with Ambassador
Bremer, Talabani (acting Iraqi president) and Achmed Chalabi (another
member of the ruling council) and Condaleeza Rice, who was there with
him. I felt like I was drunk. He was getting closer to my table so I
went back over to my seat. As he passed and posed for photos, he looked
my in the eye and "How you doin,' captain." I smiled and said "God bless
you, sir." To which he responded "I'm proud of what you do, captain."
Then moved on.
Contributed by:
Bob Taylor, Licensed Private Detective
400-8 Cranbury
Road, East Brunswick, NJ 08816
Voice: 732-238-4400 Fax: 732-210-0235
E-mail: bobtaylor@njsleuth.com
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http://www.njsleuth.com/
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