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Commander In Chief

Posted by WOLLY

Posted: November 1, 2008 - 8:02 pm

When you vote I urge you to vote for the Commander In Chief

Please forgive me if there are errors in this document as much time has passed since Oct 3, 1993.

At the time I was a 31 year old SSG. I joined the Army in Feb 1986.

Oct 4 1993 Mogadishu Somalia

If I remember right it was around mid afternoon when my Company Commander and some of my fellow crew chiefs informed me that my brother, CW4 Cliff Wolcott had been shot down in his Blackhawk Helicopter and was killed along with his co-pilot Bull Briley. My Green Platoon classmate and friends Ray Dowdy and Charley Warren wounded. Both had been crewing with Cliff and Bull when the shoot down occurred.

Sitting there on some sand bags in Mogadishu Somalia my first thought was to be tough and be a soldier. Both Cliff and I knew the score. We had grown up in a military family. We believed in Duty, Honor, and Country. I held my reserve, my emotions for most of the day. But try as I might the realization began to penetrate my shell that Cliff was dead and what will I tell Mom and Dad?

I was fighting unconsciousness and this terrible, terrible feeling of absolute dread as the phone in my hand against my ear began to sound out Mom and Dad’s familiar ring. Somalia I thought and the reception is perfect. Sheeeze go figure. Dad answered the phone in the middle of his night and I said what needed to be said and that we would be home in a week. By this time I was in shock, but I kept telling myself that Cliff died a soldier’s death and would be returning with Honor. I knew Cliff to be a respected and honorable man. I knew he would return home with Honor!

For those who have not grown up in a military family, who have not lived the life and breathed service to this country, I am not sure you can fully understand the meaning of returning home with honor. It is all important to a soldier.

Everyone in sight looked beat and devastated as we loaded twelve remains containers onto a C-140 aircraft. Long lines formed either side of the ramp and salutes were rendered as each fallen American passed and was secured into the plane. One of these I knew to be Cliff. I saluted each one as if it was Cliff and I saluted each one as a fallen American. A half dozen or so of my brothers in arms and I strapped into jump seats and the aircraft took off, banked sharply and we were soon over the ocean climbing out.

Heading Home

Mom had known the horrors of war as a little Austrian girl of twelve when WWII ended. Gently over the years I would get Mom to tell me stories of life in those times and that place so pretty. I did not always like what she told me. All her hardships endured came back to me on the flight back home. She has come full circle. I knew that at least her son would be returning home with Honor. Not like twenty something years prior when Americans returned from the field of battle to be dishonored…to be disowned by their country. Not Cliff and the eleven other Americans Soldiers. Not this time!

Reality

We landed in the dark at Dover fully prepared for the Honor detail to be there. The suit got on the aircraft and gave a quick brief. “We are to remain onboard” I then ask what about Military Honors? Where is the Honor party? I am told “the President does not want the publicity”…cameras at the fence and …..I’m reeling and spinning, my world as I knew it has just been destroyed and now this huge kick to the very core of my profession. Baggage handlers are going to down load these Americans, my brother? No American flags….No salutes? I died then and there. How could my Commander In Chief leave his men on the field of battle so? Publicity, no way, its dark, no one can see, we are way far away from the fence, why are we parked way out here?

We get off the plane anyways. After a brief but brutal discussion we half dozen march our fallen brothers down the ramp and we render military honors to twelve American soldiers. One of them that I carried off was my brother. I returned him home with Honor.

There will always be war. We don’t always get to choose our wars. Sometimes they choose us. We do though get to choose the Commander In Chief. Your sons and daughters will deploy and be sent to strange lands no matter who is elected. How they are returned home to you is on the Commander in Chief.

The subsequent handling of the after math of the Battle of Mogadishu by the White House has left a stain on the American Military. We did feel abandoned

The Commander In Chief from that time is endorsing Mr. Obama. I say guilt by association. Do you want Mr. Obama representing your sons and daughters in their time of need? I would not. Don’t ever let your sons and daughters be so dishonored again as on that day in Dover.

Douglas HK Wolcott

CW3 Retired
United States Army

21 December 16, 2009 - 3:00am | sameera

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