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A must read eulogy by General Kelly, just 4 days after his son was killed in action


general-kellySelected by President-elect Donald J. Trump as the new nominee for head of the Department of Homeland Security, retired General John Kelly is now one of three retired generals -joining retired Marine General James Mattis and retired Army Lieutenant General Michael Flynn- who are in line to be top-tier advisors to the future President of the United States.

Respected by those who he led into combat and a grizzled veteran of the Persian Gulf and Iraq Wars, Kelly also knows the personal losses of war all too well- his own son -1st Lieutenant Robert Kelly- was killed in Afghanistan in 2010.

Only four days after his son was killed, Kelly gave the eulogy -which was later chronicled in Business Insider- for two extraordinarily brave Marines who gave their lives to protect their brothers-in-arms.

In the packed room, he spoke of the two Marines, who were from entirely different walks of life and -in the face of the very example of “fight or flight”- had held their ground, leaving this world  on their own two feet, with their fingers on their triggers and hot brass flying through the ears.

Here are the words General Kelly had for his two “sons,” who gave their lives embodying the very ethos of the US Marine Corps:

“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 Americas 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 known 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.

Six seconds.

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.”

While it is currently unknown just how good General Kelly will be at directing the Department of Homeland Security, one thing is for certain: the man sure does know how to give a speech.

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  1. I don’t think much can be added to the total compassion and commitment General Kelly had for his men. A true Marine who would fill any position President Trump would place him with honor, integrity, and loyalty for his Country. ??

  2. Eery time I read this, I reflect on the fact that this grieving father didn’t say a word about his own, so very personal loss and sorrow occurring only four days earlier, but rather spoke of the bravery and self-sacrifice of two of his other “sons.” And every time I read this, my respect for this man, this Marine, grows as I offer a prayer for all three of those lost, for him, and for our Nation.

    God Bless America and Semper Fidelis.

  3. We as a country are indeed blessed to have General John Kelly as our new Secretary of Homeland Security. His integrity, moral courage, and selflessness is exactly what the United States needs today. John Kelly knows the myriad of threats facing our country, and if allowed to make the decisions and to take the actions necessary, he will keep us safe and secure. Semper Fi General!

  4. Salute to True Soldiers ,

    Ist.Lieutenant Robert Kelly ,

    Corporal Jonathan

    Lance Corporal Jordan

    & To Gen. John Kelly ,
    Secretary Homeland Security,
    USA , under HE, President, Mr.Trump.

    From: Captain VS Sharma ( Retd)
    1965 Indo- Pak War Wounded,
    1967 Brain Injury Grenade
    ( India )

  5. American government needs to maintain integrity, humility and copassion in the affairs of government both state and federal. All we have to do is be reminded of our veterans in combat who died for us. And do not forget who Died for our soldiers. Jesus Christ.

  6. Let Gen. Kelly run the DEPARTMENT without political inference and you will see how all governmental departments should be managed.

    I feel more safe already.

  7. Lt Kelly was killed on Nov. 9, 2010 while Obama was president. Today Trump told the world that he is the only president who writes and/or calls the NOK. Does anyone believe this latest lie from POTUS ? I would bet my life that Pres. Obama personally sought out Gen Kelley to offer condolences and he and every POTUS before Obama sent personal letters to the the families of the deceased warriors. Today was an another example of Trump’s inability to tell the truth. I cannot understand how the three generals in his cabinet with great honor and leadership can serve this man who has no honor or leadership ability.

    • Well you just lost your bet. Gen Kelly, an honorable and truthful man, just reported on television that then Pres. Obama did not call him following the death of his son in Afganistan.

    • You miss the whole point Kelley.
      But then again you were not endowed with the Balls to become a United States Marine.
      You liberals make my butt want to suck a lemon.

  8. What heroism and selflessness, not to mention the training and mentality of our best! Being young in life is more precious than old and far dearer, but to die for a reason, to save your comrades in arms has got to be the best. We all die, some will die with dignity and honor.

    I have always admired The Corps, and I played around with OCS while I was doing ROTC in college back in ’86 but I never signed any papers either way. My parents were too involved with seeing people they knew die in Vietnam. We as a country were just coming to grips with Vietnam in the early 80’s. I can remember being in 3rd grade and a teacher saying this was the end of the Vietnam War on Television. I had no idea….

    The men in my life that mattered to me were Marines. I’m ashamed I never had the guts to answer the call. As a shy introvert it could have changed my life for the better. The ROTC battalion at the University of Tennessee Knoxville gave me an award and ribbon from Veterans of Foreign World Wars for Potential Leadership as the lone uninformed participant. Those the days when every door really was open!

    God Bless the Corps!


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