Post by conz on Aug 21, 2008 9:10:04 GMT -6
Glory? Surrender? ....just came across my DoD net...
Washington Post
August 16, 2008
Pg. 15
A Son Goes Off To War
By James Zumwalt
For three years, I knew this day would come. I thought I would be prepared.
Coming from a family whose proud military heritage dates to this country's
founding, and having served in the Marines for a quarter-century and lost a
brother to war-related causes, I felt ready for any challenge military life
might bring.
I was not.
For generations, my family has sent sons off to war. The first, Jacob
Zumwalt, lies in Fort Zumwalt, Mo., -- his headstone recognizes his military
service in the American Revolution. The 20th century bore witness to a
grandfather's service in World War I, World War II and Korea; a father's
service in World War II, Korea and Vietnam; a brother's service in Vietnam;
and my own in Vietnam and Operation Desert Storm.
Growing up, my brother and I were never told that we had an obligation to
serve. It was by osmosis, through witnessing our father's sense of duty to
country, that we felt compelled to do so.
Similarly, I never told my son, James, that he bore such an obligation.
But I felt great pride when he, too, chose to serve.
Military service must be in our DNA. Even so, it is very difficult for a
father to watch a son go off to war.
My son, who was commissioned in the Navy in 2005, chose an extremely
dangerous specialty -- explosive ordnance disposal. EOD is a cadre of quiet
professionals working with a wide range of explosive material, from small
conventional bombs, such as improvised explosive devices, to nuclear
warheads. To wear the EOD warfare insignia, candidates are required to pass
Navy Dive School, where most EOD careers end before getting fully underway.
After James completed Dive School, he was assigned to a Navy salvage ship.
On that assignment, his team made a deep dive on a recently discovered U.S.
submarine that was lost during World War II. The dive on the USS Lagarto --
where he observed the entombment of 86 sailors, many younger than he -- gave
him an appreciation for youth's false perception that life goes on forever.
When James told me he was going into EOD, I asked why. I expected to hear
him talk about the challenge of working with explosives. I was pleasantly
surprised when he said, "I can save lives." And this lofty goal was
diminished none by the fact that EOD, the Navy's smallest force, has
suffered a disproportionate number of casualties in today's war.
Given the increasing demand for EOD specialists, I knew the time would come
when James would follow in footsteps of many in our family. He, too, would
answer his country's call in a faraway land.
I felt it important to impart guidance about combat service before he left.
Many times I sat down to memorialize my thoughts but had great difficulty
finding the right words. When he completed his EOD training, I knew his
deployment was fast approaching. After I learned that he would be sent to
Iraq late this summer, the words that failed me earlier flowed freely.
What does a father tell a son going off to war? In addition to some of my
own father's counsel to me, I felt compelled to share advice much more
difficult to convey. It was advice my father never needed to share with me,
or, for that matter, his father with him -- because what had to be said to
my son had not been an issue in America's previous wars.
What I told James related to the nature of the enemy and the evil we are
fighting today. I had to counsel him that we are fighting an enemy unequaled
in its brutality and barbarity; that no American soldier taken captive by
this enemy has returned alive; that once their remains were found, their
condition attested to the terrible price these soldiers ultimately paid;
that they were victims of sadistic torture, mutilation and decapitation. I
had to counsel him that, if he is faced with capture by this enemy,
surrender is not an option.
It was not easy advice for a father to give, but knowing the atrocities of
which this enemy has proved capable, it was a father's love that compelled
me to do so.
I shared one other thought with James. Having lost a grandfather, father and
brother, I had come to believe all my heroes were gone. But I was wrong
about this, too. In bidding my son farewell as he goes off to war, I
realized I have been blessed with yet another hero.
The writer, a retired U.S Marine Corps lieutenant colonel, is a member of
the Committee on the Present Danger.
Washington Post
August 16, 2008
Pg. 15
A Son Goes Off To War
By James Zumwalt
For three years, I knew this day would come. I thought I would be prepared.
Coming from a family whose proud military heritage dates to this country's
founding, and having served in the Marines for a quarter-century and lost a
brother to war-related causes, I felt ready for any challenge military life
might bring.
I was not.
For generations, my family has sent sons off to war. The first, Jacob
Zumwalt, lies in Fort Zumwalt, Mo., -- his headstone recognizes his military
service in the American Revolution. The 20th century bore witness to a
grandfather's service in World War I, World War II and Korea; a father's
service in World War II, Korea and Vietnam; a brother's service in Vietnam;
and my own in Vietnam and Operation Desert Storm.
Growing up, my brother and I were never told that we had an obligation to
serve. It was by osmosis, through witnessing our father's sense of duty to
country, that we felt compelled to do so.
Similarly, I never told my son, James, that he bore such an obligation.
But I felt great pride when he, too, chose to serve.
Military service must be in our DNA. Even so, it is very difficult for a
father to watch a son go off to war.
My son, who was commissioned in the Navy in 2005, chose an extremely
dangerous specialty -- explosive ordnance disposal. EOD is a cadre of quiet
professionals working with a wide range of explosive material, from small
conventional bombs, such as improvised explosive devices, to nuclear
warheads. To wear the EOD warfare insignia, candidates are required to pass
Navy Dive School, where most EOD careers end before getting fully underway.
After James completed Dive School, he was assigned to a Navy salvage ship.
On that assignment, his team made a deep dive on a recently discovered U.S.
submarine that was lost during World War II. The dive on the USS Lagarto --
where he observed the entombment of 86 sailors, many younger than he -- gave
him an appreciation for youth's false perception that life goes on forever.
When James told me he was going into EOD, I asked why. I expected to hear
him talk about the challenge of working with explosives. I was pleasantly
surprised when he said, "I can save lives." And this lofty goal was
diminished none by the fact that EOD, the Navy's smallest force, has
suffered a disproportionate number of casualties in today's war.
Given the increasing demand for EOD specialists, I knew the time would come
when James would follow in footsteps of many in our family. He, too, would
answer his country's call in a faraway land.
I felt it important to impart guidance about combat service before he left.
Many times I sat down to memorialize my thoughts but had great difficulty
finding the right words. When he completed his EOD training, I knew his
deployment was fast approaching. After I learned that he would be sent to
Iraq late this summer, the words that failed me earlier flowed freely.
What does a father tell a son going off to war? In addition to some of my
own father's counsel to me, I felt compelled to share advice much more
difficult to convey. It was advice my father never needed to share with me,
or, for that matter, his father with him -- because what had to be said to
my son had not been an issue in America's previous wars.
What I told James related to the nature of the enemy and the evil we are
fighting today. I had to counsel him that we are fighting an enemy unequaled
in its brutality and barbarity; that no American soldier taken captive by
this enemy has returned alive; that once their remains were found, their
condition attested to the terrible price these soldiers ultimately paid;
that they were victims of sadistic torture, mutilation and decapitation. I
had to counsel him that, if he is faced with capture by this enemy,
surrender is not an option.
It was not easy advice for a father to give, but knowing the atrocities of
which this enemy has proved capable, it was a father's love that compelled
me to do so.
I shared one other thought with James. Having lost a grandfather, father and
brother, I had come to believe all my heroes were gone. But I was wrong
about this, too. In bidding my son farewell as he goes off to war, I
realized I have been blessed with yet another hero.
The writer, a retired U.S Marine Corps lieutenant colonel, is a member of
the Committee on the Present Danger.