Posted on 02/01/2006 4:32:21 PM PST by SandRat
WASHINGTON, Feb. 1, 2006 The family of a fallen Marine President Bush honored as a hero during his State of the Union address last night and five servicemembers invited to attend the address expressed gratitude today for the nation's support for the military.
Sara Jo and Bud Clay of Pensacola, Fla., parents of Marine Staff Sgt. Dan Clay, and Clay's widow, Lisa, of Aurora, Ohio, said during television interviews this morning that they felt honored to be invited to sit with first lady Laura Bush during the address and to have Clay honored. During a Fox News Channel interview today, Lisa called it "incredibly comforting" to hear the president read from a letter Clay sent to his family before being killed in action Dec. 1 in Fallujah, Iraq. The words in Clay's letter, Bush said during his speech, could just as well be addressed to every American. "I know what honor is," Clay wrote in the letter. "It has been an honor to protect and serve all of you. I faced death with the secure knowledge that you would not have to. Never falter! Don't hesitate to honor and support those of us who have the honor of protecting that which is worth protecting." Lisa praised her husband's dedication to his fellow Marines and their mission in Iraq. "They believed in the mission and all the accomplishments they are making," she said. Clay's mother said she felt honored to have her family sit with Mrs. Bush during the address. "We were simply so grateful to be able to be there, and everyone was delightful to us," she said. "It was a little overwhelming, but a real pleasure." "Our nation is grateful to the fallen, who live in the memory of our country," Bush said during last night's address. "We are grateful to all who volunteer to wear our nation's uniform. And as we honor our brave troops, let us never forget the sacrifices of America's military families." Air Force Tech. Sgt. Jamie Dana, one of five servicemembers also invited to sit with the first lady during the address, said during a CNN interview today that she felt privileged to serve as a representative of the Air Force and U.S. military. Dana, who became the first military working dog handler allowed to adopt her 5-year-old German shepherd partner from active duty after the two were injured in Iraq, said she credits quick-acting Air Force and Army medics with saving her life. Calling these medical professionals "heroes," Dana thanked them today for the life-saving support they gave her and that they provide other servicemembers every day. "They're miracle workers. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them," she said. Dana also expressed appreciation for the support she received at all levels, from the Air Force and Pentagon leadership to Congress to the White House, that enabled her to overcome obstacles to adopting her working dog, Rex. The two had been inseparable, training together for three years and deploying as a team to Pakistan, then Iraq, before the attack. While recuperating from her wounds at Walter Reed Army Medical Center here, Dana asked to adopt Rex, but learned that law prevented it because Rex was not ready for retirement. An act of Congress changed the law to allow dogs to be retired early when their handlers are severely injured. With the two now together, Dana is awaiting a medical board to evaluate her case, but said she'll always keep Rex at her side wherever she goes. Her dream is to eventually work as a veterinarian, she said. "Rex will accompany me wherever I may end up," she said. "And hopefully we will be able to do some search-and-rescue work after I am strong enough to handle it." Like Dana, honorees Army Sgt. Wasim Khan and Marine Corps Sgt. Nicholas Graff had been wounded in Iraq. Also joining them in the first lady's box were Navy Cmdr. Kimberly Evans, the first female Navy officer to command a provincial reconstruction team in Afghanistan, and Coast Guard Petty Officer 2nd Class Joel Sayers, who rescued 167 Hurricane Katrina survivors in New Orleans and along the Gulf Coast. After coming to the United States less than 10 years ago, Khan, a native of Pakistan, was driven to do something good in the world. Currently a patient at Walter Reed, he was wounded in Baghdad by a rocket-propelled grenade in June 2003. For Khan, of Queens, N.Y., the Army represented an opportunity to express his passion for peace, equal rights and freedom, defense officials said. Khan was conducting security operations when a rocket-propelled grenade shattered his leg and sliced his body with shrapnel. In April 2005, he was honored for his courage and sacrifices at the 2005 American Veterans Disabled for Life Awards Gala. Graff, another servicemember honored, wasn't willing to let combat wounds keep him from his mission in Iraq. Despite injuries received in November 2004 during Operation Al Fajr in Fallujah, the Arabic linguist quickly volunteered to return to Iraq as soon as possible after his recovery in the United States to lend his skills. When he was back in Iraq, Graff served as a vehicle commander and provided support to Operation Matador. Officials credit his linguistic skills, operational knowledge and combat experience as a team leader and vehicle commander for helping prepare deploying Marines for their missions in Iraq. Bush also honored Evans, who commanded the provincial reconstruction team in Afghanistan during her seven-and-a-half month assignment. She directed operations over a physically challenging environment that spanned three provinces in western Afghanistan, defense officials said. In addition, she stood up a new forward operating base and PRT covering Laghman and parts of the Nuristan province, in the Hindu Kush mountains of eastern Afghanistan. In recognizing the Coast Guard's vital role in homeland security, Bush honored Sayers, a rescue swimmer who played a key role in helping rescue trapped residents held hostage by Hurricane Katrina's rising floodwaters. From his aircraft, Sayers spotted a woman waving frantically from a small hole in the roof of her home. Sayers was lowered from his helicopter to the roof, where he learned that the woman's husband, who had no use of his legs, was trapped in the attic. Recognizing that the attic hole was too small to rescue him, Sayers helped hoist the woman to the helicopter then descended back to the home with an ax in hand to rescue her husband. A TV crew captured the rescue on film, and Sayers' heroism was broadcast around the world to epitomize the determination and compassion of the rescue effort, officials said. |
HEROES PINGS!!!! Two Legged and Four Legged at the SOTU Speech.
A moving moment seeing the Clay family singled out by Bush. Awesome.
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John Budden
USA / Canada
It was noon on a Sunday as I recall, the day a Mustang P-51 was to take to the air. They said it had flown in during the night from some US airport. The pilot had been tired. I marveled at the size of the plane dwarfing the Pipers and Canucks tied down by her -- it was much larger than in the movies. She glistened in the sun like a bulwark of security from days gone by.
The pilot arrived by cab, paid the driver, then stepped into the flight lounge. He was an older man, his wavy hair was grey and tossed . . . looked like it might have been combed, . . say, around the turn of the century. His bomber jacket was checked, creased, and worn, it smelled old and genuine. Old Glory was prominently sewn to its shoulders.
He projected a quiet air of proficiency and pride devoid of arrogance. He filed a quick flight plan to Montreal (Expo-67, Air Show) then walked across the tarmac.
After taking several minutes to perform his walk-around check, the pilot returned to the flight lounge to ask if anyone would be available to stand by with fire extinguishers while he "flashed the old bird up . . . just to be safe." Though only 12 at the time I was allowed to stand by with an extinguisher after brief instruction on its use -- "If you see a fire, point, then pull this lever!" I later became a firefighter, but that's another story.
The air around the exhaust manifolds shimmered like a mirror from fuel fumes as the huge prop started to rotate. One manifold, then another, and yet another barked -- I stepped back with the others. In moments the Packard-built Merlin engine came to life with a thunderous roar, blue flames knifed from her manifolds. I looked at the others' faces. There was no concern. I lowered the bell of my extinguisher. One of the guys signaled to walk back to the lounge, and we did.
Several minutes later we could hear the pilot doing his pre flight run-up. He'd taxied to the end of runway 19, out of sight. All went quiet for several seconds, so we raced from the lounge to the second story deck to see if we could catch a glimpse of the P-51 as she started down the runway, but we could not.
There we stood, eyes fixed to a spot half way down 19. Then a roar ripped across the field, much louder than before, like a furious hell spawn set loose---something mighty this way was coming.
"Listen to that thing!" said the controller. In seconds the Mustang burst into our line of sight. Its tail was already off and it was moving faster than anything I'd ever seen by that point on 19. Two thirds the way down 19 the Mustang was airborne with her gear going up. The prop tips were supersonic; we clasped our ears as the Mustang climbed hellish fast into the circuit to be eaten up by the dog-day haze.
We stood for a few moments in stunned silence trying to digest what we'd just seen. The radio controller rushed by me to the radio. "Kingston radio calling Mustang?" He looked back to us as he waited for an acknowledgment. The radio crackled, "Kingston radio, go ahead."
"Roger, Mustang. Kingston radio would like to advise the circuit is clear for a low level pass."
I stood in shock because the controller had, more or less, just asked the pilot to return for an impromptu air show!
The controller looked at us.
"What?" he asked. "I can't let that guy go without asking . . . I couldn't forgive myself!"
The radio crackled once again, "Kingston radio, do I have permission for a low level pass, east to west, across the field?"
"Roger, Mustang, the circuit is clear for an east to west pass."
"Roger, Kingston radio. We're coming out of 3000 feet. Stand by."
We rushed back onto the second story deck, eyes fixed toward the eastern haze.
The sound was subtle at first, a high-pitched whine, a muffled screech, a distant scream. Moments later the P-51 burst through the haze . . her airframe straining against positive Gs and gravity, wing tips spilling contrails of condensed air, prop-tips again supersonic as the burnished bird blasted across the eastern margin of the field shredding and tearing the air.
At about 400 Mph and 100 yards from where we stood she passed with the old American pilot saluting us. . . imagine . . a salute! I felt like laughing. I felt like crying. She glistened, she screamed, the building shook, my heart pounded . . . then the old pilot pulled her up . . . and rolled, and rolled, and rolled out of sight into the broken clouds and indelibly into my memory.
I've never wanted to be an American more than on that day. It was a time when many nations in the world looked to America as their big brother, a steady and even-handed beacon of security who navigated difficult political water with grace and style; not unlike the pilot who'd just flown into my memory.
He was proud, not arrogant, humble, not a braggart. Old and honest, projecting an aura of America at its best. That America will return one day. I know it will.
Until that time, I'll just send off a story; call it a reciprocal salute, to the old American pilot who wove a memory for a young Canadian that's stayed a lifetime.
~ joanie ....
I wish I knew that older pilot's story. It's a story that could be written thousands upon thousands of time's I'll bet, about young men who signed up willingly in droves to go off to war and defeat tyranny and make the world safe for freedom.
It's a story that is being written thousands of times over today.
joanie, I got the chills just reading it. Thank you
Wow...try to read THAT with dry eyes!
FGS
As you would say, Joanie: "It's major lump in the throat time." :-)
What a touching and meaningful story. Thank you for posting it.
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