I joined the U.S. Navy in June of 2000. I was a patriotic kid, played war with my friends, loved freedom, loved guns, loved red meat... all that. I was ready to die for 'murica, even though I joined when pretty much nothing was going on.
I was in division 356, and after boot camp I was roomed up with a guy from my "sister" (intentionally demeaning term) boot camp division, 357. We were on base walking to the NEX (Navy Exchange, basically a department store) and he confided in me that he felt that something was coming that was going to change the world and that he wanted to serve int he military when that happened. I admitted that I felt the same way, that things were about to change, and that I felt that if lives needed to be sacrificed in that effort I wanted to spare the life of others by giving my own...
LOL, silly ****, for sure.
Then the USS Cole was attacked in the port of Yemen. Haha, **** getting real.
I was in a program that had me in training for 2 years, so I was still in school on 11-9-01 (that's Sept. 11th for those not able to read military dates). Not assigned to a ship yet.
In my training program were two guys from Bahrain. They were in the class on 9-11. They were there when we had our post 9-11 pep talk. We watched a video of the outpouring of love from around the world. We watched Americans crying yet being strong and perserverent. We watched the towers collapse. One of my instructors had transferred to my training command from the USS Cole. He told us about his experience during the attack. He talked about his friends who died. An old timer (a pretty funny guy with a jacked up grill that we made fun of a lot, especially when he made provocative comments about his wife we joked that her nipples must look like ground beef) talked about holding a k-bar (crow-bar) in his teeth and climbing the side of an enemy vessel and killing as many people as he could before he died.
Oh, yeah, the two guys from Bahrain. Sammy and Fazzle. They were bros. Part of the team. Never for a second did we look at them sideways, even though we knew out in public Muslims were getting a bad rap. These were our boys. We knew them and we trusted them. They came to our graduation party, drank beer and ate pizza with ham on it. They were our boys.
I was ultimately stationed on the USS Nimitz (CVN 68). At that time not the oldest aircraft carrier, but damn close.
I left out a part. My son was conceived in Feb. 2001. Ahh, what peaceful world. Things were looking pretty chill. My son was born early October 2001. While I was in the hospital I watched bombs dropping in Afghanistan. The U.S. was at war.
It was 2002. Iraq was the target. Afghanistan was wrapped up. Old news. We were all ready to kick ***. In my new work shop on the Nimitz there was a heavy bag that had been drawn on with a black marker. It was a crude picture of Osama Bin Laden in a turban and above that was written "Osama Basher 2001." One of my workmates, FC3 Dillio, talked about the "red, white and blue *** hammer" that we were going to **** Husain with. I was down.
I was the father of a toddler.
We departed Hawaii, loaded our missile launchers and declared war against Iraq that evening. We were all pumped. How cool. Lets go **** Saddam in the ***!
I was all for it. I didn't like the popular justification for attacking Iraq so I invented my own (still think it's better than Bush's) but I was down. Let's do this!
My ship was passing through the Strait of Hormuz as Saddam's statue was pulled down. Damn the bad luck. The war was over...haha
Anyway. Long story already pretty long. Saddam was a genocidal maniac that deserved to be toppled. As bad as things are, they weren't better under Saddam. That was a horror show. He pretended to have chemical weapons and we bought it. It was a believable story. He had them in the past, we had inspections to make sure he got rid of them and he impeded those inspections. We left (thanks Clinton). And we weren't sure what was up. Saddam routinely fired upon the aircraft we had patrolling the no fly zone. He offered no proof that he had gotten rid of his chemical weapon production capacity. We called his bluff and he lost.
It's a mess. It sucks. Probably going to be a while until it's better.
Meanwhile I'm watching HBO and eating hamburgers with my 13yo son. Life is good. America is grand. And anyone wants to **** with us will get a taste of the red, white and blue *** hammer.