The following is a speech given by a former marine who served in Iraq. Rob Sarra gave this address on memorial day of 2004:

I am a former Marine Sergeant, and veteran of Operation Iraqi Freedom. I speak to you today in order to remember those Marines who were killed in action in Iraq last year and this year. I was assigned to the 1st Marine Regiment during the initial combat phase of Operation Iraqi Freedom.On April 8th a day before my company reached Baghdad, we lost our first Marine to enemy fire. PFC G, from Temperance Michigan, was 20 years old and had been in the Marines for 7 months when he was killed by an enemy sniper as our unit fought across the Diayla River 4 miles outside of Eastern Baghdad.

In the ensuing months after the fall of Baghdad, my unit lost 3 marines to accidents. Lance Corporal K from Illinois was incinerated in an ammo dump explosion. On May 19th, another marine was severely wounded when an anti aircraft shell he found went off in his hands. He lost his right eye, disfigured his face, and suffered shrapnel wounds to his chest and legs. On the same day, Sergeant S, from Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, who was a member of my company, drowned when he attempted to rescue the crew of a helicopter that crashed into the Shat-Al Hillah Canal. The 3 crew members on board were killed in the crash. To date, over 790 Americans have lost their lives and countless numbers wounded in a war that hasn't been "won" but is far from being over.

My unit, the 1st marine regiment, left the United States on January 17th, and invaded Iraq on March the 21st. Once we were engaged in combat operations, I felt confused. We were not fighting Iraqi regular forces, but SaddamТs Fedayeen. At one point, we were calling the war "Desert Nam". We were fighting guerrillas who wore black clothing, carried AK-47s and did not adhere to our "rules". On the highway north to Baghdad we were engaging and slaughtering civilians mistakenly due to the Fedayheen and their tactics. I found myself and several of my fellow marines asking ourselves "what are we doing? Where are the WMD's? Who are we fighting?"

We were told in the outset that Iraq was an imminent threat to the United States. Some marines felt that this war was payback for September 11th. Some marines felt that we were defending our way of life. This wasn't true. How is it that if Iraq was such a threat, their own troops couldn't stop us from reaching their capital in three weeks? We never found any WMD's or signs of battlefield chemical weapons. We did however, find hundreds of caches of discarded weapons and an army throwing away their uniforms for civilian clothes so they could escape certain death and return to their homes and families. We found that once we got to Baghdad, we had no exit strategy. Some of us wondered how we were going to get back out of Iraq when we had bypassed towns teeming with guerrilla fighters. Did they expect us to fight our way out?

The supply problems that everyone talks about during the war were not what they seemed. In past conflicts, many American combat units such as the 101st Airborne at Bastogne in WWII and the 1st Marine Regiment at the Chosin Reservoir in Korea, have been much worse off supply-wise in combat than we were. Yes it is true that we were down to one MRE a day for 2 weeks. The fact is that we were outrunning our supplies and those supply columns were being hit by guerrillas. The only supply problem I saw was before we crossed the border.

My platoon was short on batteries for our night vision equipment. I personally went to a nearby Army camp and bought several cases of AA batteries with the platoon commanders money from a store on base. Hardware used for mounting night vision goggles on our helmets were also in short supply. We traded a few cartons of cigarettes with another Marine unit for 50 helmet mounts. Most importantly, there was a lack of enough ballistic plates for our body armor. Prior to crossing the border, we were told that the plates will be coming up to us as soon as they got in country. These plates never got to us. Nevertheless, senior marines were giving up their back ballistic plates to give to junior marines that had none at all. I did this, and saw my platoon sergeant and platoon commander do the same. The three of us, and several others in the platoon went into combat with only one plate in the front of our vests, and we were frontline infantry.

The only time during the war that made any sense to us was our arrival in Baghdad. People cheered in the streets, we were thrown cartons of local cigarettes, children gave us flowers which we wore on our body armor. We all felt that this justified what we had gone through. We felt we had a purpose as we heard stories from Iraqi civilians about what Saddam did to his own people. A dictator and regime had been toppled and the people of Iraq were free of his reign. We felt as if it had all been worth it. By late April, we would move south for stabilization operations and would turn from war-fighters into humanitarians.

Once we began Stabilization Operations in a town called Al Hillah, 60 miles south of Baghdad, things seemed to be going well. The Iraqis were generally happy that we were there. We rebuilt schools, got the power back on, and reestablished the police and fire departments. Unfortunately, as we stayed longer, that sentiment wore off. The waves and smiles we got when we first moved in were disappearing quickly and we all had the feeling that we had overstayed our welcome. When we were told we would be going home, missions and excuses kept popping up and we were kept in country with no certain end in sight. This was a cause for severe frustration on all levels in my unit, as well as for our families at home. We felt as if we had done our part and as combat troops.

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