Your Marines continued kicking ass while completing long convoys today among other patrols and missions. No marching bands, no, fireworks. In fact the men were pretty much happy to hit the rack when they arrived back at our out post late in the evening. Covered in dirt with that “I’ve been in that damn hummer too long” look. Conducting effective missions that do more good than most will realize well after they have returned home. No fancy napkins donned the tables at chow as a few Marines cook some steaks “acquired” out side on a 55 gal grill.
It’s not about the “holiday” as I’m sure most probably took a few minutes to think what was being conducted back home with their families. But like I have been in Iraq during other holidays, Easter, Christmas and the like, its not about the actual “holiday” its about what the holiday stands for. I know every one of these warriors would love to be back home have a nice cold one but when you work your ass off for a no shit honest days work…….it feels pretty good. When you are doing it for your country, it feels damn good. Forget the pretty napkins and watermelon, there will be next years 4th and I bet when they are sitting with their friends and family, I bet they talk of the fourth of July they spent in Iraq, with brothers. That’s how they spent, their 4th of July.