Randy sends this email, a must read if ever there was one, that he received from Captain James Eadie today:
A Time for Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving quickly approaches, I eagerly anticipate the plates of
turkey and stuffing, the moments of camaraderie around the TV watching
football and the sharing of stories amongst friends, but it is the
soldiers’ stories of bravery and courage that should be shared on this
day of Thanksgiving.
had the rare chance to talk in depth with one of my CCATT patients on
our last flight, a young 24 year old Marine from Camp Pendleton,
California. It is Javier’s story hangs with me this day. Javier gave me
permission to share his story with you, a true story of heroism, and
sacrifice that deserves to be told on Thanksgiving.
On the morning of 16 November 2005, the Marines of 2nd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment were taking part in operations along the Iraq-Syrian board to clear the towns of insurgents.
a strong and sturdy looking square jawed Marine Corporal was on his
third deployment to Iraq. He had seen heavy combat in his previous two
deployments, and had been injured once before earning him a Purple
Heart. On this day he was in command of a Squad of fourteen men. I knew
just by talking to him that his men were fortunate to have him leading
them into battle. He spoke with clarity and confidence of a man twice
his age. In the truest essence, he was a Marine.
this morning Javier’s Squad was providing tank security (I still don’t
fully understand how infantry provides security to tanks, but that’s
why I am in medicine).
The morning of the 16th
started like many – early. The operation was going well. The Marines
were taking some fire, but were successfully clearing the town they had
been assigned. Urban warfare is extremely dangerous. Each house must be
searched before it can be “cleared.” US and Iraqi Security Forces have
taken heavy losses in past urban offenses such as Fallujah. Javier had
no intention of letting that happen to his men today.
the tanks were rolling down the street they began taking heavier fire.
The Squad broke into a brisk jog to keep up with the tanks as they
pushed forward into the fire fight. Ahead was a house that seemed to be
the focus of the fight. Lying in the doorway to the house was a downed
Marine. He laid motionless spread across the sill. Further in there lay
Platoon Sergeant grabbed Javier and told him to send his half of his
Squad to the house to pull out the downed Marines. Normally, the Squad
leader would stay back to coordinate the assault, but Javier told me ‘I
could not send my men into harms way without me.”
point, Javier led his five man team towards the house. Shots rang out
around them as they advanced. They could see the downed Marines ahead.
A young Lieutenant lay face down outside the house. Javier did not know
if he was still alive. They would have to act quickly if they were to
save him and the others.
they approached the house the enemy fire intensified and Javier felt a
sudden sting and burning in his right leg. He looked down at his leg.
Damn, he thought, “I’ve been shot.” He indeed had taken two bullets to
his thigh, but he pushed on.
Javier continued to lead his men towards the house. With increasing
fire, they took up a defensive posture against the house wall. Slightly
protected there, he began tending his wounds with direct pressure as
the others returned fire. He could see several downed Marines only arm
lengths away, but they could not be reached safely. Gun fire continued
to rain down on them. Another member of the squad was hit. They were in
a bad position.
happened next was recalled to me by the Medic that they called Doc.
During the barrage of fire, with their backs literally up against a
wall an enemy grenade was thrown out of a window landing in the middle
of the five men. Doc told me “It was amazing. I was applying pressure
to one of the injured soldiers when someone yelled out GRENADE. Javier
just dove at the grenade. I have never seen anything like it.”
grabbed the grenade with his right hand. He told me “I knew I only had
three to five seconds before it would go off.” With his body shielding
his men from the grenade, he made a valiant effort to heave the grenade
away. As the grenade left his hand it exploded.
right hand was immediately amputated at the wrist. Shrapnel from the
grenade penetrated his left thigh. Others in his group took shrapnel to
their arms and legs, but no one lost their life.
Doc told me on the plane that he was convinced that they all would have died if it were not for Javier’s heroic actions.
fighting continued. As more Marines approached the house to provide
covering fire, Javier now with two gun shot wounds to his right leg,
shrapnel to his left leg and an amputated right hand worked to get his
injured men clear. With the aid of his Platoon Sergeant, Javier and his
men walked out of the kill zone to the casualty collection point away
from the fighting.
stayed in the fight for a while despite being hit with shrapnel from
the grenade. He tended to the downed Marines and at one point crawled
into the house to pull out the Marine who lay inside. Unfortunately,
most of the Marines they came to help had been fatally injured. There
was little that could be done. Doc continued to care for the downed
soldiers until others noted his wounds. Doc was finally escorted out of
the fight to attend to his injuries.
all told, Javier’s Squad took heavy injuries. We air lifted out 6
members who had sustained shrapnel injuries and one who lost his leg.
Javier clearly took the brunt of the injuries, but miraculously no one
lost their life. Javier’s selfless action had saved the lives of many
spoke at length with Javier on the flight to Germany. Perhaps it was
the awe that I felt talking with him that kept me coming back, or maybe
the fact that his men admired him so much. In the end, I think I was
drawn in by him because he was just like you and me. He was real. A
soldier who had done everything asked of him by his country. He fought
with honor and dignity, and led his men with courage. Above all, he put
his men’s life above his and protected them from harm.
didn’t ask for honors or special treatment. His biggest concern when we
were loading him onto the plane was his fellow soldiers. He would not
lie down until he had visualized and spoken with all of his troops on
I arrived home from the mission, I opened the paper. There before me in
simple bullet format read the names of the most recent US deaths in
Iraq. I generally do not look at these lists. They are just names with
no personal connection. But this day, halfway down there were five
Marines listed including a young Second Lieutenant all from the 2nd Battalion, 1st
Marine Regiment from Pendleton, California who had died on 16 November,
2005. These were the men that Javier and his Squad gave everything to
try to save.
stared at the paper for many minutes, recalling the story Javier and
his men had told me. I marveled at the sacrifices they made and felt a
tremendous sense of loss for these men whose names now stood out from
the paper as not mere records, but as living, breathing men who gave
everything their country asked of them.
I get ready to celebrate Thanksgiving here in Iraq, I have so much to
be thankful for. My wife is amazing, we have been blessed with a child
on the way, and I feel like I have the greatest family and friends that
one could ever wish for, but there is more. I see around me everyday
soldiers giving everything they have with the full belief that their
actions do make a difference. That their sacrifices are for freedom and
will one day improve the lives of ordinary Iraqis.
I sit down on Thursday to my thanksgiving meal, I will be holding these
soldiers and their families close. We as a country have so much to be
me, on this Thanksgiving Day, I will be thankful for Javier. He has given the gift of life to his men and their families. I often ask
myself if I was in his position, what would I have done? I don’t know,
but I certainly hope that I could be like Javier.
My warmest wishes to you all for a wonderful Thanksgiving, we truly have a great deal to be thankful for.
James S Eadie, Capt USAF MC
332 Expeditionary Air Evacuation Squadron
Critical Care Air Transport Physician
The men who died that day were Lance Corporal Roger Deeds, Lance Corporal John Lucente, Corporal Jeffrey Rogers, Corporal Joshua Ware, and 2nd Lieutenant Donald McGlothin - all from the Battalion Landing Team, 2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 13th MEU, 1st Marine Division.