I was stationed at Camp Lejuene at the time. I will never forget this moment.
Scott Malensek
16 years ago
It’s also the anniversary of when Islamic terrorists took over a theatre in Moscow where hundreds died as a result.
SpideyTerry
16 years ago
At what point will be paying back those terrorist slimeballs for this? I say we owe them quite a lot of interest.
The good news, if there is any, is that Mughniyeh will not be joining the festivities this year. In February, he was killed by a car bomb in Damascus. No individual, group, or government has claimed responsibility.
Oh, that’s not good news – it’s great news.
Michael E. Morrison
16 years ago
Much thanks for that tribute.
Twenty-five years ago I was stationed with the 7100th ABG on Lindsey Air Station, Wiesbaden Germany, a non-com support group. Remembering back I think I joined the service to grow into myself, see the world and get some school benefits. That all changed at the end of October 1983 when Security Police came knocking on doors and posting signs at the chow hall and other buildings seeking volunteers to donate blood for the surviving Marines of the Beirut Lebanon barracks bombing, brought into the Wiesbaden Regional Medical Center. A sobering reality set in, a new appreciation and respect for the serviceman toeing the front lines. There always was the detached respect when seeing/reading news reports, books or the countless movies but never so in my face as that moment. The reality of at any given moment there is a serviceman fighting for his/her very life in some part of the world, even as I type this.
I was stationed at Camp Lejuene at the time. I will never forget this moment.
It’s also the anniversary of when Islamic terrorists took over a theatre in Moscow where hundreds died as a result.
At what point will be paying back those terrorist slimeballs for this? I say we owe them quite a lot of interest.
Oh, that’s not good news – it’s great news.
Much thanks for that tribute.
Twenty-five years ago I was stationed with the 7100th ABG on Lindsey Air Station, Wiesbaden Germany, a non-com support group. Remembering back I think I joined the service to grow into myself, see the world and get some school benefits. That all changed at the end of October 1983 when Security Police came knocking on doors and posting signs at the chow hall and other buildings seeking volunteers to donate blood for the surviving Marines of the Beirut Lebanon barracks bombing, brought into the Wiesbaden Regional Medical Center. A sobering reality set in, a new appreciation and respect for the serviceman toeing the front lines. There always was the detached respect when seeing/reading news reports, books or the countless movies but never so in my face as that moment. The reality of at any given moment there is a serviceman fighting for his/her very life in some part of the world, even as I type this.