Actually, it was oration, a speech, borderline eulogy, given at a luncheon by Gen. John Kelly just a four days following the death of his own son in combat in Afghanistan.
If you don’t know the story of Yale and Haerter, it’s pretty amazing, I summed it up like this once at my old employ, Business Insider:
“Five years ago, two Marines from two different walks of life who had literally just met were told to stand guard in front of their outpost’s entry control point.
Minutes later, they were staring down a big blue truck packed with explosives. With this particular shred of hell bearing down on them, they stood their ground.
Heck, they even leaned in.”
Well, it’s now been about six years, and I’m here to let you know, there are people in Congress who have not forgotten the sacrifice of these two Marines.
You can read more in Monday’s paper, but for now, here’s Kelly’s speech:
Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, in fact, the 22nd of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 “The Walking Dead,” and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour.
Two Marines, Corporal Jonathan Yale and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines.
The same broken down ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorists in Ramadi, a city until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda. Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and he supported as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000. Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island.
They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple America’s exist simultaneously depending on one’s race, education level, economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were Marines, combat Marines, forged in the same crucible of Marine training, and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if they were born of the same woman.
The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure went something like: “Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.” “You clear?” I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison something like: “Yes Sergeant,” with just enough attitude that made the point without saying the words, “No kidding sweetheart, we know what we’re doing.” They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, al Anbar, Iraq.
A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way—perhaps 60-70 yards in length—and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both catastrophically. Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck’s engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking most of a house down before it stopped.
Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives. Two died, and because these two young infantrymen didn’t have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.
When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded is commonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different.
The regimental commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that there were no American witnesses to the event—just Iraqi police. I figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I’d have to do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a general officer.
I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the serpentine. They all said, “We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing.” The Iraqi police then related that some of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion.
All survived. Many were injured … some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, “They’d run like any normal man would to save his life.”
What he didn’t know until then, he said, and what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal. Choking past the emotion he said, “Sir, in the name of God no sane man would have stood there and done what they did.”
“No sane man.”
“They saved us all.”
What we didn’t know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.
You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before: ” … let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.”
The two Marines had about five seconds left to live. It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were—some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.
For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing non-stop…the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the son-of-a-bitch who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers—American and Iraqi—bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground. If they had been aware, they would have know they were safe … because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber.
The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.
The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God.
Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty … into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight—for you.
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Bravery is what Marines are made of.
Hey should have been awarded the medal of honor. No doubt hands down
SO MANY HAVE GIVE ALL,THESE MEN WERE AMONG The GRATEST AND I am SURE THAT GOD GAVE THEM A SPECIAL pLACE IN HiS HEAVENWe have lost so many in Battles yet they give up their way o,f life to keep America free and never complain, they leave their familiest behing for the people of this country.It is unfortunate our government views them as ,just doing a Job.Our military never gets the respect it trule deserves.Our government Shows them little and at times no Respect..
God Bless them and their families! True heroes who knew the price that freedom sometimes requires of the brave!
When duty calls, marines step forward. One word thank you
Semper Fi, Marines and thank you for what you did.
Gentlemen your next duty station is the Gates Of Heaven, your primary assignment is to guard the Streets Of Heaven until properly relived or a new set of Orders arrives in your name. Semper Fi Marines your last duty station reports you both have upheld the finest Traditions of the US Marine Corps and the United States Navel Service.!!!
With tears in my eyes, and a lump in my throat Semper fi and God bless.
Such unbelievable Courage is forged in our young men and women who have served and continue to serve. God Bless them all, Past, Present and Future…as well as the families that suffer through Combat tours and have felt the pain of the loss of a loved one!! These are our Hero’s!!! Semper Fi
Love our young Marine heros and will continue to grieve for our dead and our wounded including the loss of Gen. Kellys son.
My son Corporal Luke Connally was severely wounded by an Iraqi suicide car bomber in Dec. 2004 at Haditha Dam. But what broke our hearts was that his buddy Corporal Zachary Kola was killed during the blast. I still grieve for his mother’s loss. For some, the war will never be over.
Corporal Zachary Kolda.
Thank you our Sons
I have bookmarked this URL for the next time I hear some Eurocrat or the equivalent speak badly of the US Military. A Navy Cross is fitting but perhaps a posthumous CMOH might come into play.
These two brave young men exemplify what it means to be a Marine. Stand no lean into the face of death. I owe my freedom to men like these. Thank you!
If anybody deserves the Medal Of Honor, then these two Marines certainly do for only doing what they were trained to do. Semper Fi and may God bless them and their families. God bless America because nobody else will.
Amazing feats of courage. “Greater love hath no man, than he who gives his life for a brother”.
Rest in Peace Marines
I was at General Kelly’s son’s funeral and it was both heart-breaking and awe-inspiring.
General Kelly has the gift, he knows the truth…he is a Marine’s Marine.
Semper Fidelis…to God, Family, Country and Corps!