MARINE KILLED BY VEHICLE-BORNE IMPROVISED EXPLOSIVE DEVICE(#1988)

[leftchick]

October 20, 2005
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http://www.centcom.mil/CENTCOMNews/Casualty_Report.asp?CasualtyReport=20051026.txt

Release Number: 05-10-26C


FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE


MARINE KILLED BY VEHICLE-BORNE IMPROVISED EXPLOSIVE DEVICE

CAMP FALLUJAH, Iraq – A Marine assigned to Regimental Combat Team 2, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force (Forward), was killed in action by a suicide vehicle-borne improvised explosive device on Oct. 19, while conducting combat operations against the enemy in the vicinity of Karabilah, Iraq.

The name of the deceased is being withheld pending notification of next of kin and release by the Department of Defense.

FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT THE 2D MARINE DIVISION PUBLIC AFFAIRS OFFICER AT [e-mail].

[SammyBlue]

1. All I can think of is Country Joe McDonald.

"And it's one, two, three, what are are fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates.
There ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopie, we're all gonna die!"

[DemoTex]

3. I always think of Wilfred Owen's "Dulce Et Decorum Est."

Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori (The Old Lie) translates from the Latin into (roughly), "It is sweet and proper to die for one's country."

[leftchick]

4. me too....

who knew those lyrics would be poignant twice in my lifetime? :(

[jobycom]

2. Used to call those car bombs. Easier to spell. But didn't have that

focus group tested "Improvised" buzzword to make the whole thing sound haphazard and amateur, rather than making it sound like a well-financed and planned resistance movement.

Condolences to the family. America loses another hero to a mistake created by a man not worthy of licking his boots.

[Botany]

5. Blessings & prayers on his spirit, family, and friends.

A Marine :patriot:
Far braver then the people who sent him.

:cry: how many more George how many more?

[Erika]

6. A poster's count was 50 early last night for October

Now it's at 58. See www.icasualties.org

[deadparrot]

7. RIP.

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