Mr. Speaker, I rise today to share with you and my esteemed colleagues in the House of Representatives an op-ed piece written by the brother of one of my constituents who was killed in Iraq. SGT Sherwood Baker of Plymouth, Pennsylvania,…
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to share with you and my esteemed colleagues in the House of Representatives an op-ed piece written by the brother of one of my constituents who was killed in Iraq. SGT Sherwood Baker of Plymouth, Pennsylvania, served as a member of the Second Battalion, 103rd Armor of the Pennsylvania Army National Guard.
Sergeant Baker was only 30 years old when he died in a warehouse explosion in Baghdad on April 26, 2004, where he was searching for weapons of mass destruction. Sergeant Baker made the ultimate sacrifice while serving his country, searching for weapons our government now concedes cannot be found and most likely did not exist.
Dante Zappala writes with the pain of one who has lost a loved one; more than 1,400 other families are grieving for the loss of their loved ones who died in the service of our country. Dante's heartfelt plea for accountability should resonate among all Americans, especially those of us in Congress who authorized President Bush to lead our Nation into war.
The Bush Administration convinced me that Iraq posed an ``imminent threat'' to the national security of the United States. I now believe that it was never a threat. Until I have a full understanding of what caused us to be so wrong, I doubt that this Administration can convince me again that they are right in their decisions based on their analysis of intelligence.
Dante is right: We are all accountable. Now that the contentious election of 2004 is behind us and President Bush has been inaugurated to a second term, I hope that we can acknowledge the mistakes we made that led us to war, learn from those mistakes, and avoid making them in the future. Our Nation's security depends on it.
Mr. Speaker, Congress must play a stronger role in holding this Administration accountable for the innocent lives that have been sacrificed.
I submit the following for entry into the Congressional Record:
Why My Brother Died
(By Dante Zappala)
This week, the White House announced, with little fanfare,
that the two-year search for weapons of mass destruction in
Iraq had finally ended, and it acknowledged that no such
weapons existed there at the time of the U.S. invasion in
2003.
For many, this may be a story of only passing interest. But
for me and my family, it resonates with profound depth.
My brother was Sgt. Sherwood Baker. He was a member of the
Pennsylvania National Guard deployed a year ago with his unit
out of Wilkes-Barre. He said goodbye to his wife and his 9-
year-old son, boarded a bus and went to Ft. Dix, N.J., to be
hastily retrained. His seven years of Guard training as a
forward observer was practically worthless because he would
not face combat. All he needed to do was learn how to not
die.
He received a crash course in convoy security, including
practice in running over cardboard cutouts of children. We
bought him a GPS unit and walkie-talkies because he wasn't
supplied with them. In Iraq, Sherwood was assigned to the
Iraq Survey Group and joined the search for weapons of mass
destruction.
David Kay, who led the group until January 2004, had
already stated that they did not exist. Former United Nations
weapons inspector Hans Blix had expressed serious doubts
about their presence during prewar inspections. In fact, a
cadre of former U.N. inspectors and U.S. generals had been
saying for years that Iraq posed no threat to our country. On
April 26, 2004, the Iraq Survey Group, at the behest of the
stubborn administration sitting safely in office buildings in
Washington, was still on its fruitless but dangerous search.
My brother stood atop his Humvee, securing the perimeter in
front of a suspect building in Baghdad. But as soldiers
entered the building, it exploded; the official cause is
still not known. Sherwood was struck by debris in the back of
his head and neck, and he was killed.
Since that day, my family and I have lived with the grief
of losing a loved one. We have struggled to explain his death
to his son. We have gazed at the shards of life scattered at
our feet, in wonder of its fragility, in perpetual catharsis
with God.
I have moved from frustration to disappointment to anger.
And now I have arrived at a place not of understanding but of
hope--blind hope that this will change.
The Iraq Survey Group's final report, which was filed in
October but revealed only on Wednesday, confirmed what we
knew all along. And as my mother cried in the kitchen, the
nation barely blinked.
I am left now with a single word seared into my
consciousness: accountability. The chance to hold our
administration's feet to that flame has passed. But what of
our citizenry? We are the ones who truly failed. We shut down
our ability to think critically, to listen, to converse and
to act. We are to blame.
Even with every prewar assumption having been proved false,
today more than 130,000 U.S. soldiers are trying to stay
alive in a foreign desert with no clear mission at hand.
At home, the sidelines are overcrowded with patriots. These
Americans cower from the fight they instigated in Iraq. In a
time of war and record budget deficits, many are loath to
even pay their taxes. In the end, however, it is not their
family members who are at risk, and they do not sit up at
night pleading with fate to spare them.
Change is vital. We must remind ourselves that the war with
Iraq was not a mistake but rather a flagrant abuse of power
by our leaders--and a case of shameful negligence by the rest
of us for letting it happen. The consequence is more than a
quagmire. The consequence is the death of our national
treasure--our soldiers.
We are all accountable. We all share the responsibility of
what has been destroyed in our name. Let us begin to right
the wrongs we have done to our country by accepting that
responsibility.