Mr. President, I rise today to pay tribute to an extraordinary young man who gave his life in service to our Nation--Marine Sgt Mark T. Smykowski from Mentor, OH. On June 6, 2006, Sergeant Smykowski died when a roadside bomb exploded near…
Mr. President, I rise today to pay tribute to an extraordinary young man who gave his life in
service to our Nation--Marine Sgt Mark T. Smykowski from Mentor, OH. On June 6, 2006, Sergeant Smykowski died when a roadside bomb exploded near his military vehicle in Fallujah, Iraq. He was 23-years-old.
Mark was an outstanding marine who had a true sense of compassion for others. He cared deeply for his family and friends, and they remember him as someone who struck a chord with everyone he met. Although Mark was only 23-years-old when he died, he unquestionably lived life to the fullest.
Mark grew up in Mentor, OH, graduating from Mentor High School in 2000. He was the oldest member of a group of young Marines known as the ``Mentor Seven.'' The seven of them were a close and tight-knit group, and all but one had skated together on the Mentor High School hockey team. Mark inspired his fellow marines from Mentor, and they in turn inspired him.
Friend, Brian Halan describes Mark as someone who was simply ``cut from a different cloth.'' He said:
I'll always remember that no matter what we were doing,
Mark could make the best of anything.
According to Jack Smeltz, Mark's hockey coach at Mentor High School, Mark was ``an example of what a young person should be, as far as appreciation of freedom and all it stands for.''
Mark's father, Bert, recalls that when it came time to get things done, no one was more diligent and focused than Mark. As a marine, he took the toughest assignments--paratrooper school and sniper school. And, after enlisting for a second time, he began training with a reconnaissance unit. Reconnaissance is one of the most difficult jobs in the military, involving scout swimming, helicopter and submarine insertion and extraction techniques, and assault climbing. But for Mark, it was just another challenge--and another opportunity to serve his Nation.
Those who knew Mark all agree that he was the model of what a marine should be. Fittingly, that is what he actually became--after boot camp he was selected to be a poster model for the Marines Corps. Naturally, his younger brothers teased him ruthlessly about it.
According to his mom, Mark was good looking--and knew it. During a career fair in high school, Diana saw two Marines recruiters. ``Couldn't you just see Mark in that uniform?'' she asked her husband, Ken. Apparently, Mark could because by the time Diana and Ken reached the table, he had already signed up.
Mark was so much more, though, than an outstanding marine and a handsome face. His compassion for others was unparalleled. He was simply one of those people who cares deeply and passionately about the needs of those around him. His comrades in Iraq recall the special bond he formed with Iraqis--particularly the Iraqi children. He became something of an ambassador and would distribute toys and clothes to the Iraqi children. His unit often joked that when it came time for the Iraqi elections, it would be Mark's name at the top of the ballot.
``Mark was one of those marines who cared about the impact he had on the people of Iraq,'' said 1LT Craig Q. Reese, Mark's platoon commander. ``I cannot count the number of times when I was with him when an Iraqi would recognize him from his last deployment and smile. I saw first hand the influence he had on this culture. He was truly attempting to make a difference.''
Mark's mother Diana has pictures of Mark with his arms around Iraqis, and one in which he is surrounded by almost 25 children. But, what she recalls most is a moment that she calls ``life changing.'' Worried about Mark's safety, she had demanded to know ``what the plan is over there?''
Mark's reply had been quiet and confident. ``This mission is going to take us years, Mom,'' he'd said. ``These people have been brutalized for years. We have to work with the children. We have to get the kids to trust us.''
Mark's friends gave him many nicknames--``Tango'' because he was tall and gangly and ``Jacks'' because he always wore a jacket of the Cleveland Lumberjacks, the city's International Hockey League team. But, perhaps the most meaningful name is the one given to him by the Iraqi children. To them, he was simply ``Mr. Ski.''
Throughout his time in Iraq, Mark was undoubtedly supported by his strong sense of faith. The last time Diana spoke with her son, she asked him if he were scared, and he said yes. She then asked, ``Mark, are you OK with God?'' He replied, ``Mom, you don't have to worry. I'm good to go with God.''
Mark will be missed by all who knew him. His friends and family repeatedly describe him as an extraordinary individual, who was so devoted to the Marines Corps. Pastor Tim Davis, speaking at Mark's memorial service, described him as ``a gentleman who loved his country and really believed in what he did.''
Mark's service to our Nation earned him many awards, such as the Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal with Combat Distinguishing Device, Combat Action Ribbon, and the Meritorious Unit Commendation. But, the highest honor he earned was the respect and admiration of those who knew him. Mark's life has truly been an inspiration for others. His younger brother, Darren, a Marine scout sniper, said, ``I always did everything he did and went everywhere he went.'' And just this past summer, Mark's younger brother Kenny followed in his footsteps and also enlisted in the Marines.
Indeed the world is a better place because Mark Smykowski was in it, and I am honored that I was able to attend his burial service at Arlington National Cemetery. He will forever be known for his sincere desire to help others, his willingness to act, and his dedication to his friends, family, community, and country.
I conclude with the words of Mark's close friend, Matthew Neath:
I know if he had to do it all over again, regardless of the
outcome, he wouldn't change a thing.
My wife Fran and I will continue to keep Mark's family in our thoughts and in our prayers.
Private First Class Timothy J. Hines, Jr.
Mr. President, this evening I rise to remember a brave young man, who gave his life in service to our Nation--Army PFC Timothy J. Hines, Jr., from Fairfield, OH. Private First Class Hines was wounded on June 19, 2005. He was riding in a military vehicle when a roadside bomb exploded near his convoy in Baghdad, Iraq. Severely injured, he was transferred to the Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, DC, for treatment. Tragically, he passed away from his injuries a month later on July 14, 2005. He was 21 years of age at the time.
Growing up in Fairfield, Tim, as he was known by friends and family, came to love two things: basketball and Katy Wessel. He and Katy met while they were both high school freshmen at Cincinnati Christian School. Katy's father Jim remembers that when he first met Tim, he could immediately tell that the boy was ``smitten'' with his daughter. In Jim's words, that made Tim ``public enemy number one.''
But, that didn't stop Tim. Before long, he and Katy were high school sweethearts. And Jim, himself, came to view Tim as a friend and as a son.
Tim graduated from Cincinnati Christian School in 2002. Headmaster Wayne Beaver remembers that he was always positive--someone whose ``classmates all liked him.'' Tim and Katy got married after graduation, and Tim then enlisted in the Army in 2003. He was assigned to the 720th Battalion, 89th Military Police Brigade, 64th Military Police Unit, based in Fort Worth, TX.
Tim's unit shipped out to Iraq in February 2005. Although he found it hard to leave his family and friends, he knew he was doing the right thing. According to Katy, ``he knew the obligation he had to his country.''
Indeed, Tim was a soldier devoted to his mission and to our Nation. But, he also joined the Army out of a desire to protect those whom he loved. In the words of a sergeant in Tim's unit:
I knew that I'd come upon a special soldier with great
potential, whose character and values were rooted in his love
of his family, god, and friends. I believe he wanted to go to
Iraq not out of duty, but out of love for others.
Tim's twin sister, Jenni, remembers that he was a great brother and friend--someone who was always looking out for her. And that is also what Tim was doing as a soldier--looking out for his friends, his family, and his country. His service to our country
earned him the Bronze Star, the Purple Heart, and the Army Good Conduct Medal.
Those who knew Tim remember him as someone who always wanted to make others laugh. His wife Katy says that he packed a lot of love into his life and simply had a spark that drew people close to him. In photos, you can see he was always smiling or trying to make someone else smile.
Tim enjoyed playing basketball. It was a passion he shared with his best friend, Tim Hester. While in Iraq, Tim would e-mail Hester about the one-on-one games they would play when he returned. Hester describes Tim as someone who was funny, kind, and loving. He said:
Tim was always making people laugh. He was always joking
around. That was one of my favorite parts about Tim. We could
always just joke around. But, we also had serious times
together. You know, when things were going wrong, we were
there for each other.
Tim's father-in-law says it was a treat to watch Tim with the family he loved so much. He said:
Timothy James Hines, Jr. was a true hero. He's my hero. His
faith in God, his dedication to his family, his love of life,
his courage and strength, and his service to his country have
profoundly and forever impacted me.
Even in Tim's darkest hour, he was thinking of his family first. His mother-in-law Kathi tells the story of when Tim was wounded in Iraq:
A buddy who stayed with him while they waited for help said
all he talked about was [his wife] Katy, [his 2 year-old
daughter] Lily, and the coming baby. He's very devoted to his
family. He's the kind of young man any mother would want her
daughter to marry.
Tragically, Tim died before the birth of his son, Noah.
As Ohioans have done so often in the past, the community has rallied around Tim's family, offering comfort and support. More than 400 mourners attended his funeral to pay their respects to this fallen soldier. And an anonymous donor gave a full scholarship to Cincinnati Christian School, Tim and Katy's alma mater, for the education of their children.
I would like to share with my colleagues the words of Army BG Patrick O'Reilly, who spoke at Tim's funeral. This is what he said:
It's soldiers like Timothy Hines who serve and guard our
way of life. But, it's not just the soldier who pays the
price for freedom. The families also give so much, and you
too have sacrificed.
I would also like to share what Tim's wife Katy has said about her husband--truly the love of her life:
Tim was a fighter. He fought hard for his country, family,
and ultimately, his life. He was a loyal husband and father
and an incredible American. There is a price for freedom, and
Tim paid the ultimate price. Now he is in the loving arms of
God.
I am honored that I had the opportunity to attend Tim's funeral, where his family and friends talked about his warmth, his humor, and his desire to protect those he loved. He was a man we all aspire to be--someone devoted to his family, his community, and his country. My wife Fran and I will continue to keep his family in our thoughts and in our prayers.
Lance Corporal William Brett Wightman
Mr. President, this evening I rise to honor a fallen hero who gave his life during Operation Iraqi Freedom--LCpl William Brett Wightman, from Sabina, OH. He died on August 3, 2005, when a roadside bomb exploded under his military vehicle in Iraq. He was 22 years of age at the time.
Brett--as he was called by family and friends--was a true example of what it means to be a ``hometown hero.'' Sabina is a small village in Clinton County, OH, not too far from my home. The high school Brett attended--East Clinton High School--is carved out of surrounding fields, fields of farmland. Brett will never be forgotten there. He was prom king, a star on the basketball and track and field teams, and captain of the school's football team, the Astros. He played fullback. He wore No. 44.
Everyone who knew Brett agrees that he died doing what he wanted to do--serving our Nation. Becoming a member of the military had been his dream ever since he was a little boy. Brett's aunt Missy said that Brett ``would play with those G.I. Joes and he'd say `I'm going to grow up and be one of those guys.' All of his life, that's all he would talk about.''
Brett joined the Marines while he was still a junior in high school-- young enough that he needed his parents to come with him to enlist and give their permission. The Reserves unit Brett served with was Lima Company--Marine Force Reserve's 3rd Battalion, 25th Marine Regiment, 4th Marine Division, based in Columbus, OH. Their story, of course, is one that I have talked about on this Senate floor before and one that has touched hearts in Ohio and all across our country. On the day Brett died, 13 other men in his unit died alongside him. It was a tragedy felt by the entire State, and by our Nation.
Family members said Brett was proud of being a marine and was planning to reenlist. His goal was to rise to the very top of the service. As his stepsister Stephanie Finley said:
When I talked to him a month ago, he said he loved what he
was doing. He said he would go back if he had to.
According to his mother, Pam, she received a letter from her son that she will cherish forever. In it, he described finding a child while searching Iraqi houses for material to make improvised explosive devices. The child was chained to the wall, and it was Brett and his fellow marines who rescued him. It was a day of the utmost importance for Brett, and this is how he described it:
One of the kids was chained up to a wall by his ankle with
a dead lock. He looked like he had been there for months. If
anyone tells you we shouldn't be over here they should have
seen how happy this kid was when I cut him loose.
After signing his letter, Brett wrote ``P.S.--Hang in there.'' This was typical of Brett, according to his family. Even while serving his country overseas, he was more concerned about others than himself. Brett's friends and former teammates describe him as a person who would do anything for you. His stepsister Stephanie said:
It didn't take Iraq for him to be a hero to me. He'll
always be my hero.
Brett was committed to the Corps and the other marines in his unit. While serving in Iraq, he received the news that his grandmother had passed away. Although deeply saddened, Brett wrote that he would have to wait to take the time to grieve. In his words, he had ``to watch out for my Marines.'' According to his mother, this letter encapsulated everything that Brett was about. ``He would do anything for anybody at any time,'' she said.
Brett's father, Keith, agreed:
Things like that just make you feel that your child has
grown up to be responsible,'' he said. ``He did what he had
to do. Not many kids his age take on the responsibilities of
the world. Every man and woman in the service is taking that
on.
Brett's Aunt Missy said that Brett's life ``was just beginning, with a lot of ambition and a lot of hope. Unfortunately, it's been cut short . . . [but] we know that he [was] happy, doing what he wanted to do all his life.''
Mr. President and Members of the Senate, Brett's death was truly a loss for the entire Sabina community, the entire Clinton County community. In a local bar named The Crow Bar, a lone can of beer stands on a shelf. ``This beer is for Brett,'' reads an attached sign.
Before his Reserve unit was activated, Brett was working as a carpenter for a local home construction company. He was close to his coworkers, one of whom was a fan of Michigan-Ohio State's football team. Before a Michigan/Ohio State game, Brett made a bet with him that the Buckeyes would win. They did win, and Brett enjoyed his winnings-- the privilege of frying his friend's Michigan shirt on the grill.
Barb Howard is the mother of one of Brett's hometown friends. She remembers Brett and other neighborhood youngsters lounging around her house after their pee-wee sports games, eating food and watching movies. This group of boys remained friends while playing high school sports, and Brett became like a son to her. ``It's like a piece of you is gone,'' Barb reflected.
Justin Stewart plays football for the Astros. He said he had admired Brett ever since the third grade, when the older Brett would help him with his pee-wee football drills. ``I am proud of him,'' Justin said. ``I am just happy he was over there fighting.''
As captain of the East Clinton football team, Brett was more than a supportive teammate--he was a leader
with responsibility. This focus on teamwork and this commitment to helping others explain Brett's desire to become a marine, and also explains what kind of marine he became.
Brett's funeral was on the football field at East Clinton High School, and over 1,000 mourners attended to salute the young marine. Rev. Carey Hilterbran, who had known Brett since he was a boy, assured the crowd that it was not a day for sorrow--Brett had died living his dream. ``[Brett] wasn't afraid,'' he said. ``He had a good mindset, and he knew what he wanted to do.'' While Reverend Hilterbran was speaking, the members of the Astros football team--wearing their red and white jerseys--stood silently at attention.
Schuyler Streber was one of Brett's football teammates. In his words, the world is going to be a lesser place without Brett Wightman in it. Standing on the East Clinton football field, Schuyler said that ``sometimes you want to laugh because of some of the things we did out here together, and [sometimes] you want to cry because of the more emotional times. And to think I'm here right now and he's not--that's something that's hard to face. . . . We'll all miss him very much.''
Duane Richard is a young artist who did not personally know Brett Wightman. But he was so moved by the young Marine's sacrifice that he painted a 30-foot-wide mural of Brett on the side of Duane's parents' barn. He lined the image with 13 American flags--one for each of the Lima Marines killed during the roadside bombing. The barn is along Snow Hill road in Sabina, and people stop everyday to gaze at the mural and take pictures.
The artwork reflects Brett's honor and courage, as well as the great respect that his fellow Americans have for his sacrifice. In Duane's words, Brett was a ``true American hero.''
Brett Wightman put his life on the line to preserve the freedoms that we Americans hold dear. He cherished hometown values and the importance of helping those around him. His family and friends will never forget him. ``Brett will never be in the past,'' as his mother Pam so beautifully said.
Indeed, Brett will never be forgotten. My wife, Fran, and I continue to keep Brett and his family in our thoughts and prayers.
I yield the floor.