Happy birthday dear mother, from your womb I was born free
Happy birthday sweet mother, God indeed shed grace upon thee
Happy birthday dear mother, your sons will defend you
Happy birthday sweet mother, your daughters bear fruit and life anew
Happy birthday dear mother, my home, the nation, my heart yearns for thee
Happy birthday sweet mother, cherished land of liberty
Monday July 4th 2005, this day is nearly over for the men of the 1st Battalion 184th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division. In 25 minutes this day shall be a thing of the past, in time it will fade from my memory as just another Monday that I was in Iraq. When I cross it from my calendar, I will have roughly 190 days left here. This day has passed virtually without incident. For that I can only thank God, whoever God is. The air today was vindictively hot, despite the dust clouds overhead it appeared we were forced to trade the relative peace of the day for more heat. Today there were no fireworks in our sector, today no one was hit with an IED in our sector, and no one was injured. Today was a good day. Today one of my dearest friends asked me to be his best man 365 days from this day. He will be a commissioned officer in the United States Marine Corps. I have known him since he was a young Lance Corporal. He will soon wed, and he will soon be here. It's amazing what can happen in a year.
Today was a good, day. No one died. Tomorrow is another day, we shall see what tomorrow holds. For now, I am grateful for your emails, prayers, and well wishes. For America it was her birthday, I hope she is treated well. Give her a kiss for me,if you can find the time. Let her know that you love her as much as I do. I have spent a lot of time away from her over my 17 years of service, and despite all the pain, suffering and heartache; I'd do it all over again is she so asked.
Today was a good day, no one died. We watched the news, and joked with one another, silly pranks were all around, a news paper article displaying Turkish wrestling was plastered on Murph's door. CPT A, posted a "Cartman" likeness near the Intel shop and the name tag said MAJ K, and it demanded that we " Respect his A U T H O R I T I E!!" I had a crude message from Thunder 6 on my keyboard when I walked into the office.
Happiest of birthdays America, fly your colors with pride. Hang the stars and stripes from your homes, in your garages, stand tall as they pass you by. On this day, there should be no Partisan politics, on this day we are all Americans, who owe much to few. Today our patrols suited up and rolled out, today they as I watched them roll by as I stood on the street watching them roll by, I realized something, those kids are the best. Today they earned "our" freedom, so enjoy it. On this day appreciate that there are more important things than us as individuals, on this day; from many...one.
Today was a good day.