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What is an American Soldier?

July 1, 2015

I received this article from my husband when he was deployed in 2003. This does not tell of his brigade, although his group's bravery could also be re-told. I do not know whom to credit as the author, nor how the article finished, but read it and be proud that you are protected by American soldiers. (Names have been eliminated since I could not receive their permission.)

Since returning from Iraq a short time ago, I have been answering a lot of questions about the war from friends, family, and strangers. When they ask me how it was over there I find myself glossing over the fighting, the heat, the sandstorms, and the flies (these last could have taught the Iraqi army a thing or two about staying power).

Instead, I talk about the soldiers I met, and how they reflected the best of America. A lot of people are going to tell the story of how this war was fought; I would rather say something about the men who won the war.

War came early for the 1st Brigade of the 101st Airborne when an otherwise quiet night in the Kuwaiti desert was shattered by thunderous close-quarters grenade blasts. Sgt. Hasan Akbar, a U.S. soldier, had thrown grenades into an officers’ tent, killing two and wounding a dozen others. Adding to the immediate confusion was the piercing scream of SCUD alarms, which kicked in the second Akbar’s grenade exploded. For a moment, it was a scene of near panic and total chaos.

Just minutes after the explosions, a perimeter was established around the area of the attack, medics were treating the wounded, and calls for evacuation vehicles and helicopters were already being sent out.

Remarkably, the very people who should have been organizing all of this were the ones lying on the stretchers, seriously wounded. It fell to junior officers and untested sergeants to take charge and lead.

Without hesitation everyone stepped up and unfalteringly did just that. I stood in amazement as two captains [names] directed the evacuation of the wounded, established a hasty defense, and helped to organize a search for the culprit. They did all this despite bleeding heavily from their wounds. For over six hours, these two men ran things while refusing to be evacuated until they were sure all of the men in their command were safe.

Two days later, Capt. [name] left the hospital and hitchhiked back to the unit: He had heard a rumor that it was about to move into Iraq and he wanted to be there. As Capt. [name]---dressed only in boots, a hospital gown, and a flak vest---limped toward headquarters, Col. [name], the 1st Brigade’s commander, announced, “I see that Captain [name] has returned to us in full martial splendor.” The colonel later said that he was tempted to send him to the unit surgeon for further evaluation, but that he didn’t feel he had the right to tell another man not to fight: The colonel elected to leave two grenade fragments in his arm so that he could return to his command as quickly as possible.

The war had not even begun and already I was aware that I had fallen in with a special breed of men. Over the next four weeks, nothing I saw would alter this impression. A military historian once told me that soldiers could forgive their officers any fault save cowardice. After the grenade attack, I knew these men were not cowards, but I had yet to learn that the brigade’s leaders had made a cult of bravery. A few examples will suffice.

While out on what he called “battlefield circulation,” Col. [name] was surveying suspected enemy position with one of his battalion commanders when a soldier yelled “incoming” to alert everyone that mortar shells were headed our way. A few soldiers moved closer to a wall, but the Col. and his commanders never budged and only briefly glanced up when the rounds hit a few hundred yards away. As he completed his review and prepared to leave, another young soldier asked him when they would get to kill whoever was firing the mortar. He smiled and said, “Don’t be in a hurry to kill him. They might replace that guy with someone who can shoot.”

The next day, a convoy Col. [name] was traveling in was ambushed by several Iraqi paramilitary soldiers. A ferocious firefight ensued, but the Col. never left the side of his vehicle. Puffing on a cigar as he directed the action, he remained constantly exposed to fire. When two Kiowa helicopters swooped in to pulverize the enemy strongpoint with rocket fire, he turned to some journalists watching the action and quipped, “That’s your tax dollars at work.”

Bravery inspires men, but brains and quick thinking win wars. In one particularly tense moment a company of U.S. soldiers was preparing to guard the Mosque of Ali—one of the most sacred Muslim sites---when agitators in what had been a friendly crowd started shouting that they were going to storm the mosque. In an instant, the Iraqis began to chant and a riot seemed imminent. A couple of nervous soldiers slid their weapons into fire mode, and I thought we were only moments away from a slaughter. These soldiers had just fought an all-night battle. They were exhausted, tense, and prepared to crush any riot with violence of their own. But they were also professionals, and so, when their battalion commander, [name], ordered them to take a knee, point their weapons to the ground, and start smiling, that is exactly what they did. Calm returned. By placing his men in the most non-threatening posture possible, he had sapped the crowd of its aggression. Quick thinking and iron discipline had reversed an ugly situation and averted disaster.

Since then, I have often wondered how we created an army of men who could fight with ruthless savagery all night and then respond so easily to an order to “smile” while under impending threat. Historian Stephen Ambrose said of the American soldier: “When other armys, even our allies, entered a town, the people hid in the cellars. When American came in, even into German towns, it meant smiles, chocolate bars and C-rations.” Ours has always been an army like no other, because our soldiers reflect a society unlike any other. They are pitiless when confronted by armed enemy fighters and yet full of compassion for civilians and even defeated enemies.

American soldiers immediately began saving Iraqi lives at the conclusion of any fight. Medics later said that the Iraqi wounded they treated were astounded by our compassion. They expected they would be left to suffer or die. I witnessed Iraqi paramilitary troops using women and children as human shields, turning grade schools into fortresses, and defiling their own holy sites. Time and again, I saw American taking unnecessary risks to clear buildings without firing or using grenades, because it might injure civilians; I stood in awe as 19-year-olds refused to return enemy fire because it was coming from a mosque.

It was American soldiers who handed over food to hungry Iraqis, who gave their own medical supplies to Iraqi doctors, and who brought water to the thirsty.

It was American soldiers who went in a slum because a girl was rumored to have been injured in the fighting; when they found her, they called in a helicopter to take her to an Army hospital.

It was American soldiers who wept when a three-year-old was carried out of the rubble where she had been killed by Iraqi mortar fire.

It was American soldiers who cleaned up houses they had been fighting over and later occupied---they wanted the places to look at least somewhat tidy when the residents returned.

It was these same soldiers who stormed to Baghdad in only a couple of weeks, accepted the surrender of three Iraqi Army division, massacred any Republican Guard unit that stood and fought, and disposed of a dictator and a regime with ruthless efficiency.

There is no other army---and there are no other soldiers---in the world capable of such merciless fighting and possessed of such compassion for their fellow man. No society except America could have produced them.

The article continues, but I have lost the ending. (Big sigh.)

But on remembering our Independence Day from tyranny, I remember the American soldier who keeps our land free and shows us bravery and compassion. America is free because of the brave. Thank you.



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