The motto above come from the official seal of the US Army. I first started thinking about them in earnest at a Harry Connick Jr. Concert at the Hollywood Bowl last August. I thought "It must be nice to be Harry Connick." But as I looked around, listening to the music, feeling the summer breeze on my face, sipping a glass of wine and holding my wife's hand, It dawned on me - again: Connick, Shmonnick, It's good to be me! I just took it all in; the great weather, music, food, drink, venue, and company. I had received my mobilization orders a few days before, and knew I was really going to miss stuff like this. "This We'll defend." It's also something that I remember when missing wife, family and home now that I am here. I have a great life back in the USA and I miss it a lot. But having that great life is exactly what has brought me here.
We are fighting this war on their turf, not ours. We do this for two reasons: First, so that our neighborhoods, buildings and innocent civilians don't get blown up or shot by the arhabi as they did on 9/11. This allows a lot of Americans to live in blissful ignorance of what war and real poverty are like. The idea of the local police station in Anytown, USA being attacked with mortars and machine guns several times a week is inconceivable to Americans. I like it that way. Second, we fight on their turf so that they alienate themselves from their local sympathizers. When a bomb goes off or a rocket impacts, it destroys the very roads, buildings and other infrastructure of the people that the arhabi claim to be fighting for. This is why the Iraqis hate the arhabi, but a lot of them are still scared of them.
I really treasure the country we have back home, and therefore willing to be here to defend it. I like that my wife does not have to worry about the door being kicked in at night, nor does she worry about getting blown up driving in to work.
The picture above was taken on New Year's Eve 2004. It was a great night. I had a really bad cold but did not care. I was home on leave for 2 weeks after being trapped in west Texas for mobilization and training for the preceding 5 months. My wife and I decided to throw a party as a "last bash" before a year in the sandbox. It seems like it was so long ago. We went all out. We rented tables and chairs for the back yard, borrowed some heat lamps, bought too much food and drink and invited more people than would really fit in our little house. We also decided to pull out the fancy threads and told our friends and family that they had the option to go fancy as well if they would like. It was a blast. We had a roaring fire in the outdoor fire pit, and was plenty of eating, drinking, cigar chomping, and general merriment as is appropriate for a New Year's party. All of this because first and foremost, I was lucky enough to be born in the USA. "This We'll Defend" - indeed.
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