Mr. Speaker, I would like to enter the following Memorial Day speech into the Record. It was made by Staff Sergeant Joseph M. Dimond. I am sure that you, and all who hear these words, will be moved by this unforgettable tribute to those…
Mr. Speaker, I would like to enter the following Memorial Day speech into the Record. It was made by Staff Sergeant Joseph M. Dimond. I am sure that you, and all who hear these words, will be moved by this unforgettable tribute to those who have fallen in the service of their country:
Memorial Day
Good morning and happy Memorial Day!
Memorial Day means many different things to many different
people. To some it means BBQ's and beer, to some its just
another long weekend to relax, to some it's the beginning of
summer, but to people like me, and I'm guessing people like
you since you are here, it means a lot more!
Since I was a boy, Memorial Day has always had a special
meaning to me. I remember at 8 and 9 years old following my
father, a Korean War Vet, around East Lansdowne and Upper
Darby while he and his fellow American Legion brothers fired
off 21 gun salutes at all the memorials. I would run around
collecting all the shells from the rifles and save them as my
own little memorial. Afterwards, we would put flags on the
graves of all the Veterans in Fernwood Cemetary. I'm not even
sure if I understood completely what we were honoring, I just
knew it was very important! I knew, that for some reason,
every time I heard TAPS or the National Anthem played, I
would get teary eyed, but I don't think I ever really grasped
the importance of it all.
Unfortunately, over the past year I had the chance to find
out first hand what it all meant, why I would cry, why I felt
the way I've been feeling for my entire life. I have
experienced many difficult times in my life, but nothing
could prepare me for the last year! You see, I was in charge
of security for the bomb squad for the entire city of
Fallujah. While over there, we dismantled 362 roadside
bombs and, unfortunately, got hit by some too.
One of the many downfalls of being with the bomb squad in
the most violent city in Iraq is that whenever an American or
Iraqi soldier is killed by a roadside bomb or suicide bomber,
we have to go and make sure all of the ordnance that is in
the vehicles when they blow up are stabilized, and removed
before the mortuary affairs people can come in and remove the
bodies, so long story short, we were forced to work around
the bodies of every ally killed by a bomb in Fallujah and the
surrounding area. While doing this, my team had to remain
calm, keep our heads and not get tied up in what we were
seeing, because the bomb squad was a huge target, and I
needed to do my best to keep them safe while they focused on
their jobs. We were successful most of the time, but did have
some bad luck too. Since October 15th, six of my very good
friends were killed on the streets of Fallujah, five of which
happened while I was there, all in separate incidents. One
happened a week after I left Iraq, while my friend John was
finishing his last week of a 9 month tour.
These men were all heroes! Whatever your politics, whether
you believe we should be in this war or not, whether you are
Republican or Democrat, we are all Americans! And I want to
make sure you all know this: every single soldier, sailor,
airman, and marine over there is there for you! They all feel
they are doing what they have to do to make life better for
you, our kids and me. I'm not a politician, and this isn't
the time or place for politics, but the #1 question I've been
asked in the past 2 months since I've been home is ``Do I
think we should be there?'' Well, my answer to that is very
simple, I don't know if we should have gone over there, but
I, like these men we honor today, was asked to go so I went.
I'm an enlisted man, and leave that to the people that sit
behind their desks and make the big decisions. What I do know
as a grunt on the ground, looking these people in the eye,
day after day, is that I've never seen or imagined the hate,
evil or torture that man is capable of until now! I also have
no doubt that these people that I was fighting hate you, they
hate all of us because we believe in a different God, they
hate us because we allow our daughters and sisters to walk
around malls in belly shirts, they hate us because we are
different from them, they hate us because we are free!
In an America filled with violent movies, video games and
violent everything else, we've all become a little
desensitized. I can't tell you how many times I've been asked
by naive people, ``How many people have you killed?'' Like it
is a cool thing or something. Only someone who hasn't seen or
done the things I have would ask such a question with a smile
on their face. And I try to be understanding of the fact that
they haven't seen it, but at the same time I feel a
responsibility to let them know that there is nothing cool
about people losing their lives. Whether they are wrong or
deserved it or not, there will be a family mourning,
somewhere.
More importantly I feel the responsibility to explain to
those people who may not know better, that regardless of what
Hollywood may want you to believe, there is no glory in a
twenty-something year old man dying violently in the dirt
thousands of miles away from his home, away from family, and
the people he loves. It is important to me that people
recognize and understand how devastating it is when an
American, a friend, dies in such a violent way. The hurt
and grief one feels when witnessing a twenty-year-old kid,
who you personally trained, die in a hellhole thousands of
miles away from his home is indescribable! Promising to
tell a man's unborn child that her daddy loved her while
he bleeds to death because it is too dangerous for a
helicopter to come into the city to medivac him is
something no human being should have to ever experience.
Listening to a friend ask as he is dying if you think God
will forgive him for all the things he had to do over here
is not glamorous in any way, shape or form.
But most importantly, I feel a responsibility to explain
that these men that we honor today were not looking for Glory
or medals or memorials! They were all just doing what they
felt was right, they were men doing the job that nobody
wants! Living in misery, so the people they love could live
in happiness! Dying horrible deaths, so the ones they love
can live on in peace! That is why they are heroes, and that
is why they deserve our thoughts, time and respect at least
for this one day of the year!
There is a saying in the war fighting community that says:
``We are the unwanted, doing the impossible, for the
ungrateful.'' Well, now that I'm moving on to the civilian
sector again, I'm here to say that not everyone is ungrateful
my brothers!
I've seen enough bloodshed for twenty lifetimes! And I pray
for peace just as every true warrior prays for peace!
For me, every day is Memorial Day, and it is because of men
like these:
Mark Adams, killed by a roadside bomb at age 24, on October
15th 2005.
Joel Dameron, killed by a roadside bomb at age 27 on 30 Oct
2005, his wife has since had their baby girl.
Michael Presley, killed by a suicide bomber at age 21 on
Dec 14th 2005.
Ryan McCurdey, killed at age 20 by a sniper while dragging
a wounded Marine to safety on 5 Jan 2006.
Nick Wilson, killed at age 25 by a secondary bomb while
dismantling another bomb on 12 Feb 2006. He had 4 days left
in the country.
John Fry, killed at age 28 by a roadside bomb on 8 March
2006,8 days after I left the country, and 6 before he was
leaving.
So, today, when you are barbequing or spending time
relaxing with your family, please take a minute and remember
these men who sacrificed so much, and remember their families
who are living without husbands, fathers, sons and brothers.
And if you see someone who doesn't take that time, remind
them of all that is done for them!
I'm not much of a speaker, and I'm not sure if I did these
men justice, but when I was asked to speak I felt like it was
the least I could do to remind people that these men aren't
just numbers to follow on the news, but men with families and
lives that they gave up for you and me. I have no doubt that
I will see these men's faces in my sleep every night, and
think of them at least once a day for the rest of my life.
I'm just asking you to take a moment out of one day a year to
remember them and the many other Americans that died before
them.
God Bless, and have a great Memorial Day!