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Godspeed Art Laguna - Blackwater Hero

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First, go read this piece by the widow of Art Laguna, a retired CW5 and a Blackwater pilot who was killed in Iraq in 2007 supporting an embassy convoy - he was shot down responding to a call for help as the convoy was ambushed.

My Husband Was a Blackwater Hero
By Marybeth Laguna
Sunday, November 30, 2008; Page B03

My husband, Art Laguna, was a hero. He was a man of honor -- he kept his word and he valued truth and honesty, and he expected no less from anyone else. His life was spent in service to his country and his family.

Here at home, Art served as a sheriff's reserve deputy. He was a volunteer helicopter pilot and flew medical evacuation missions with the California National Guard out of Sacramento 's Mather Field. He was the father of four and grandfather of six.

Art was proud of his three-decade career with the U.S. Army and the National Guard. He served in Iraq three times and he deployed once to Bosnia. In 1998, he was awarded a medal of valor from the California Department of Corrections for piloting a National Guard helicopter that helped save a California man who'd been stranded by floodwaters on the roof of his car. And last June, the military awarded him the Legion of Merit for exceptional conduct in the performance of outstanding services and achievements. I accepted this most recent honor on his behalf.

And this past week, as our family gathered around the table to give thanks for our blessings, one very important blessing was missing. Art was killed last year in Iraq when the helicopter he was piloting was shot down while assisting a U.S. Embassy convoy that had come under fire in a violent Sunni neighborhood in central Baghdad.

Art could have chosen a safer profession. He knew that -- and so did I. But from the time he was a child, all he'd ever wanted to do was to fly and to help people. At the time of his death, he was flying rescue missions into Iraq's most dangerous areas to help evacuate teams of U.S. government employees who had come under attack.

Since the horrible day in January 2007 when the telephone rang with the news that Art had been killed, I've experienced the breadth of emotions that anyone feels when they lose a loved one. There's intense pain, loss and grief. There's pride in his accomplishments, the choices he made and the way he lived his life. And, yes, there's anger.

My anger, however, doesn't come from the direction you might expect. I'm not angry at Art for the risks he took in life, or at the war that took that precious life. Instead, I too often find myself operating at a slow boil, sometimes exasperated and sometimes irate at those who never knew my husband or his colleagues, yet who insist on tarnishing their memories each day.

Because when Art died, he wasn't working for the military. He was working for Blackwater.

Art considered his job with the private security firm that protects U.S. diplomats in Iraq a continuation of his service to this country. He told me that he believed in the job and respected the mission. But somehow, this one word -- Blackwater -- gets in the way of a lucid, reasoned discussion.

Art first went to work for Blackwater in August 2006 and was on his second deployment with the company when he was killed. When I tell people these facts, they rarely express appreciation for his services. Instead, most suggest that he was crazy to go back. I've had people repeat the ridiculous urban legend that Blackwater instituted martial law in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and ask me whether Art had been a part of that. At a recent social event, someone asked me whether Blackwater was the same company that "goes around shooting people." I've heard the news media and even elected officials casually throw around words such as "cowboy" and "mercenary" to describe men and women who voluntarily go into harm's way to protect others. Those caricatures are wrong. They might describe someone's antiwar agenda, but they don't describe my husband or his colleagues...

Unfortunately, as Marybeth points out, there are some people who have a hard time having a reasonable discussion about Blackwater. The comments at the Washington Post prove it. Ace has the details and there is some good discussion in the comments. Check it out.

One final note. You don't hear the State Department complain about Blackwater. Blackwater has lost good men protecting their diplomats and staffers. As far as I know, not one State Department official has been hurt under their protection.

Godspeed, CW5 (ret) Art Laguna.

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My Husband Was a Blackwater Hero
By Marybeth Laguna
Sunday, November 30, 2008; Page B03

My husband, Art Laguna, was a hero. He was a man of honor -- he kept his word and he valued truth and honesty, and he expected no less from anyone else. His life was spent in service to his country and his family.

Here at home, Art served as a sheriff's reserve deputy. He was a volunteer helicopter pilot and flew medical evacuation missions with the California National Guard out of Sacramento 's Mather Field. He was the father of four and grandfather of six.

Art was proud of his three-decade career with the U.S. Army and the National Guard. He served in Iraq three times and he deployed once to Bosnia. In 1998, he was awarded a medal of valor from the California Department of Corrections for piloting a National Guard helicopter that helped save a California man who'd been stranded by floodwaters on the roof of his car. And last June, the military awarded him the Legion of Merit for exceptional conduct in the performance of outstanding services and achievements. I accepted this most recent honor on his behalf.

And this past week, as our family gathered around the table to give thanks for our blessings, one very important blessing was missing. Art was killed last year in Iraq when the helicopter he was piloting was shot down while assisting a U.S. Embassy convoy that had come under fire in a violent Sunni neighborhood in central Baghdad.

Art could have chosen a safer profession. He knew that -- and so did I. But from the time he was a child, all he'd ever wanted to do was to fly and to help people. At the time of his death, he was flying rescue missions into Iraq's most dangerous areas to help evacuate teams of U.S. government employees who had come under attack.

Since the horrible day in January 2007 when the telephone rang with the news that Art had been killed, I've experienced the breadth of emotions that anyone feels when they lose a loved one. There's intense pain, loss and grief. There's pride in his accomplishments, the choices he made and the way he lived his life. And, yes, there's anger.

My anger, however, doesn't come from the direction you might expect. I'm not angry at Art for the risks he took in life, or at the war that took that precious life. Instead, I too often find myself operating at a slow boil, sometimes exasperated and sometimes irate at those who never knew my husband or his colleagues, yet who insist on tarnishing their memories each day.

Because when Art died, he wasn't working for the military. He was working for Blackwater.

Art considered his job with the private security firm that protects U.S. diplomats in Iraq a continuation of his service to this country. He told me that he believed in the job and respected the mission. But somehow, this one word -- Blackwater -- gets in the way of a lucid, reasoned discussion.

Art first went to work for Blackwater in August 2006 and was on his second deployment with the company when he was killed. When I tell people these facts, they rarely express appreciation for his services. Instead, most suggest that he was crazy to go back. I've had people repeat the ridiculous urban legend that Blackwater instituted martial law in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and ask me whether Art had been a part of that. At a recent social event, someone asked me whether Blackwater was the same company that "goes around shooting people." I've heard the news media and even elected officials casually throw around words such as "cowboy" and "mercenary" to describe men and women who voluntarily go into harm's way to protect others. Those caricatures are wrong. They might describe someone's antiwar agenda, but they don't describe my husband or his colleagues...