December 28, 2004

• Songs, prayers fill Christmas in Iraq
  By Edward Lee Pitts
  Military Affairs

  
  

  

  
  

  If you have a min. write them a note .Letter’s from home and America lift them up so much.

  
  

  This is from our troops, they try to keep us from worring i know but  to know there praying and having faith in God lifts me heart
   
  CAMP CALDWELL, Iraq — At 4:30 a.m. Christmas Day, the platoon of 278th
  Regimental Combat Team soldiers got out of bed. But there were no presents
  under any tree, and 90 minutes later, the soldiers with 1st Squadron’s
  Headquarters Battery were out in the streets of Iraq on reconnaissance
  patrol.

  
  

  SPC JOSHUA S BLANKENSHIP
  TRP B SPT. SQD.278 RCT
  CAMP CALDWELL
  APO AE 09374

  
  

  

  
  

  SSG. Billy Jay Blankenship
  TRP. B  RSS  278 RCT
  Camp Caldwell
  APO AEO9374
   

  
  

  
   
  Other than a brief Christmas prayer, it was business as usual, ac-cording to
  Staff Sgt. Richard Spencer, 38, of Knoxville.
   
  “We had our eyes open because it was Christmas, and we thought they might
  target us,” said Staff Sgt. Spencer, who spent his first Christmas in 10
  years away from home. “We take it pretty serious. There is a real threat out
  there.”
   
  While his wife and three children were visiting their grandmother’s house in
  North Carolina, Staff Sgt. Spencer’s unit had to clear the main supply
  routes for IEDs, or improvised explosive devices, before the day’s traffic
  began.
   
  Passing a funeral procession and a road filled with holes insurgents had dug
  to plant bombs did not dampen Spc. Tim Cogar’s Christmas cheer. From his
  spot in the gunner’s hatch on his Humvee’s roof, Spc. Cogar began yelling
  “Merry Christmas” to anyone in sight. Then at the top of his voice came
  renditions of “Silver Bells,” “Jingle Bells” and “O Holy Night” as the
  patrol drove through towns with underdeveloped utilities, no running water
  and a total lack of public sanitation.
   
  Spc. Cogar said the Iraqi people near the town of Jiser Naft did not seem
  dismayed by the sight of a soldier singing and smiling while cradling a
  ..50-caliber machine gun. A few even waved back.
   
  “I thought to myself that we are doing something good here, so I’m not going
  to let it get me down,” he said. “I wanted to remind them what day it was.”
   
  He said he woke up feeling a little down about being away for the holidays.
  But hearing his 9-month-old daughter, Skylar, garble out something close to
  the word “Daddy” over the phone from Knoxville, where it was still Christmas
  Eve, boosted his spirits.
   
  “Christmas is my favorite time of the year,” he said. “When December rolls
  around, I start getting excited.”
   
  The soldiers on Spc. Cogar’s patrol said they enjoyed his performance,
  although they probably wouldn’t buy any of his CDs.
   
  “It made me actually feel like I was home for a little bit,” said Spc. Brad
  Bishop, 26, of Knoxville.
   
  A steady morning rain kept local traffic light and even cut the mission
  short, giving the platoon a chance to make it back to camp in time for the
  lavish Christmas Day meal.
   
  Mess hall servers, wearing Santa hats, dished out mounds of roasted turkey,
  smoked ham, prime rib and Cornish hens. Bowls of shrimp, bottle upon bottle
  of Welch’s sparkling grape juice and cakes in holiday shapes complemented
  the main courses. Chefs decorated the tables with carved watermelons,
  stuffed turkeys and ice sculptures.
   
  While the weather allowed Staff Sgt. Spencer’s team to return early, the wet
  day forced the 278th soldiers to navigate through the muddy quagmire created
  when a steady rain pounds the desert.
   
  “I wish it were snow,” said Cpl. David Young, 30, of Sparta, Tenn.
   
  With dismal weather and full bellies, most 278th soldiers spent the
  afternoon relaxing indoors, watching movies or trying to read a book before
  succumbing to naps. By early evening soldiers waited in line for an hour or
  more to get 30 minutes of phone time.
   
  Sgt. William “Heavy” Cagle, a combat medic from Athens, Tenn., wrote the
  words to a 278th version of the “Twelve Days of Christmas.” The lyrics
  included 10 mortar rounds, six shots of anthrax vaccine, five IEDs, and one
  hillbilly up-armored vehicle.
   
  By dinner time, the mess hall was serving leftovers, something several
  soldiers joked made them feel more at home.
   
  After finishing his meal, Spc. Kirk Kinamon scampered off to track down a
  rumor that Santa Claus had braved a combat zone to make an appearance here.
   
  Spc. Kinamon, 23, of Knoxville, said it would give him the chance to send
  one more present home.
   
  Growing up terrified of the man in the jolly red suit meant Spc. Kinamon’s
  mother has no pictures of her boy posing with Santa.
   
  “Now I’m going to e-mail her and say, ‘Look, Mom, I’m not afraid of Santa
  anymore now that I have my M-4 (rifle).’”
   
   
   

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