THIS PART YOU MAY NOT KNOW, BUT SHOULD.
The stunning part of this story is that Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty killed 60 of the attacking force.Once the compound was overrun, the attackers were incensed to discover that just two men had inflicted so much death and destruction.
The news has been full of the attacks on our embassies throughout the Muslim world, and in particular, the deaths of Ambassador Chris Stevens and three others in Benghazi, Libya.
However, there’s a little known story of incredible bravery, heroics, and courage that should be the top story.
So what actually happened at the U.S. embassy in Libya? We are learning more about this every day. Ambassador Stevens and Foreign Service officer Sean Smith, along with administrative staff, were working out of temporary quarters due to the fact that in the spring of 2011 during the so-called Arab Spring, the United States cut ties with then president Moammar Gadhafi. Our embassy was looted and ransacked, causing it to be unusable. It is still in a state of disrepair.
Security for embassies and their personnel is to be provided by the host nation. Since Libya has gone through a civil war of sorts in the past 18 months, the current government is very unstable, and therefore, unreliable
A well-organized attack by radical Muslims was planned specifically targeting the temporary U.S. embassy building. The Libyan security force that was in place to protect our people deserted their post, or joined the attacking force. Either way, our people were in a real fix. And it should be noted that Ambassador Stevens had mentioned on more than one occasion to Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, that he was quite concerned for his personal safety and the welfare of his people. It is thought that Ambassador Stevens was on a “hit list.”
A short distance from the American compound, two Americans were sleeping. They were in Libya as independent contractors working an assignment totally unrelated to our embassy. They also happened to be former Navy Seal’s.
When they heard the noise coming from the attack on our embassy, as you would expect from highly trained warriors, they ran to the fight. Apparently, they had no weapons, but seeing the Libyan guards dropping their guns in their haste in fleeing the scene, Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty snatched up several of these discarded weapons and prepared to defend the American compound.
Not knowing exactly what was taking place, the two Seal’s set up a defensive perimeter. Unfortunately Ambassador Stevens was already gravely injured, and Foreign Service officer, Sean Smith, was dead. However, due to their quick action and suppressive fire, twenty administrative personnel in the embassy were able to escape to safety. Eventually, these two courageous men were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers brought against them, an enemy force numbering between 100 to 200 attackers which came in two waves. But the stunning part of the story is that Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty killed 60 of the attacking force. Once the compound was overrun, the attackers were incensed to discover that just two men had inflicted so much death and destruction.
As it became apparent to these selfless heroes, they were definitely going to lose their lives unless some reinforcements showed up in a hurry. As we know now, that was not to be. I’m fairly certain they knew they were going to die in this gun fight, but not before they took a whole lot of bad guys with them!
Consider these tenets of the Navy SEAL Code:
1) Loyalty to Country, Team and Teammate,
2) Serve with Honor and Integrity On and Off the Battlefield,
3) Ready to Lead, Ready to Follow, Never Quit,
4) Take responsibility for your actions and the actions of your teammates,
5) Excel as Warriors through Discipline and Innovation,
6) Train for War, Fight to Win, Defeat our Nation’s Enemies, and…
7) Earn your Trident every day
Thank you, Tyrone and Glen. To the very last breath, you both lived up to the SEAL Code. You served all of us well. You were courageous in the face of certain death.
And Tyrone, even though you never got to hold your newborn son, he will grow up knowing the character and quality of his father, a man among men who sacrificed himself defending others.
Dr. Charles R. Roots
Former Staff Sergeant,
U. S. Navy Chaplain Corps (Ret.)
During my entire childhood I can remember a pillow case that my Mom treasured. I can remember it from every place my Mom lived in her life. Except her last move, when she moved into the house with me. She moved into my house rather hastily on Mothers’ Day of 1998, due to her failing health. I guess the pillowcase was left in the house that she vacated prior to living with me.
The silk pillowcase was a deep, royal purple in color. It was surrounded on all four sides by gold braid. The same poem shown in the pillowcase in the above picture was embroidered on Mama’s pillowcase.
M…is for the million things she gave me
O…means only that she is growing old
T…is for the tears she shed to save me
H…is her heart as pure as gold
E…is her eyes with love light shining
R…is for right, and right she will always be
Put them together and they spell
A word that means the world to me.
(If I remember correctly, one of my two brothers who served in the Navy brought this pillowcase back from Japan for my Mother. So thank you….Jack or Bill…you made Mama smile today in Heaven.)
(P.S. If the same person who stole everything else from my deceased sister Gail, my niece Cindy and my Mother, also stole this pillowcase………may it haunt you every day as much as it blessed my Mother through so many years.)
Answer: New Year’s Eve
While launching men and women into space seems inherently high-tech and futuristic there were many elements of NASA’s Space Shuttle Program that were downright anachronistic by the time the shuttles were retired. One of the side effects of running a space craft full of 1980s-era computer chips and code was a very cautionary stance towards events that may have introduced unknown variables or factors the computer system wasn’t programmed to handle correctly.
It was that extreme caution and desire to bring every crew home safely that led NASA to approach the yearly roll over from December 31 to January 1 with a better safe than sorry attitude. Over the span of 135 Shuttle flights between 1986 and 2003, no Shuttle was ever launched, in space, or guided to re-entry on New Year’s in order to avoid any unforeseen problems with the on-board systems.
Although the origins of many words are rather odd and esoteric in nature, the origins of the words “uppercase” and “lowercase” to refer to capitalized and uncapitalized letters is quite straightforward.
Back when every bit of printed material had to be handset by a printer or their assistants, the letters were arranged by frequency of use. The infrequently used capital letters went in the “uppercase”, a slanted shelf above the main work area. The frequently used uncapitalized letters went in the “lowercase”, a more accessible shelf closer to the workstation.
Now, the news media will spend days trying to determine why these men did what
they did in Boston. They will want to know what America did to make these
brothers so angry with us. They will want to know why these men were not
arrested before they did something unlawful. The media will be in a tizzy about
the new era of home grown radicals and about how they could live among us and
still hate us.
Here in Oklahoma, I have rattlesnakes on my place. I have killed a rattlesnake
on the front porch. I have killed a rattlesnake on the back porch. I have
killed rattlesnakes in the barn, in the shop, and on the driveway. I kill every
rattlesnake I encounter. I kill rattlesnakes because a rattlesnake will bite me
and inflict me with poison. I don’t stop to wonder why a rattlesnake will bite
me. It will bite me because it is a rattlesnake and that is what rattlesnakes
do. I don’t try to reason with a rattlesnake; I just kill it. I don’t try to
get to know the rattlesnake better so that I can find a way to live with the
rattlesnakes and convince them not to bite me; I just kill them. I don’t quiz a
rattlesnake to see if I can find out where the other snakes are because
(a) it won’t tell me
(b) I already know that they live on my place.
I just kill the rattlesnake and move on to the next one. I don’t look for ways
that I might be able to change the rattlesnake to a non poison rat snake. I
just kill it. Oh, and on occasion I kill a rat snake, because I thought it was
a rattlesnake at the time. Also, I know that for every rattlesnake that I kill,
two more lurk out there. In my lifetime I will never be able to rid my place of
rattlesnakes. Do I fear them? No! Do I respect what they can do to me? Yes!
And because of that respect I give them their fair justice; I kill them.
Maybe as a country we should give more credit to the jihadist just being a
rattlesnake! Just like the rattlesnake, the only good jihadist is a dead
jihadist. When I see one on my porch, in my barn, or wherever, I will kill it.
I hope you will do the same.