Thursday, May 17, 2007

From the SgtMaj... via Diane

De'on,

I pulled this off the Patriot Guard Riders site. I always print their condolences and put them in the books as they are such wonderful supporters of our great military. I went to the site and found this, I knew you would want to read this:


Rest in peace, Sir. You will be forever remembered as a man of honor, a man who cared deeply for his Marines and an American Hero. May you rest easy in the comfort and joy of the Lord. And may your family be comforted by the tender embrace of our Lord at this most difficult of times.

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I'm Sgt Maj Bill Skiles and I was Doug's 1st Sgt in Echo Co. in 2004 in Fallujah. I would like to tell you the Doug Zembiec that you won't read about in papers. I shared a hooch with this man for the 7 months and we would talk about everything from his marines to what it will be like to be married. Doug is known for his tremendous warrior spirit and his physical strength. He was a physical specimen but he had a heart of gold. The qualities that I still live with thanks to him are humility and sincerity, Doug would be the first to hug a PFC and tell him it's OK, not put him down for being weak. He would be the first person to stand up for you if he felt you were being treated unfairly. When he told someone he will do something, he did it and made sure you know the results and if you didn't he wouldn't sleep until you understood what was happening. Doug was so confident is his own abilities, he had every right to be the most arrogant man alive if he wanted and could back it up. But he knew who he was and would always tell me that any leader that had to be a righteous prick towards his own marines was probably thin skinned and was insecure on who they were. He would call some of these marines “Junior Varsity" and that they were full of jackassery !! His words. Doug and I had made a deal on the day our first wounded went down in late March 04. The deal was that I take care and account for all wounded and he would keep the rest focused for the fight. This agreement was made because he could not handle seeing his marines bleeding and hurting. He and I would weep behind closed doors during some of the trying times with mass casualties. Doug's emotions were always worn on his sleeve and I really admired that. His troops admired that. He showed us all that he was human, he cared deeply about us and felt what we felt. I cannot name another commander that ALL of his troops would give THEIR lives for if needed. He wasn't fake, he wasn't the most politically correct officer but in the troops eyes that walked the streets with him and fought and sacrificed with him understood. That bond is hard to teach any ego¦.I wish all commanders could learn just a little of the humility and sincerity this warrior displayed daily to every marine regardless of rank. Doug's marines loved to laugh with him, cry with him and mostly fight and kill the enemy with him and every marine knew that when Doug shows up to a fight, it makes them feel a little better. Doug allowed the chaplain to perform services during firefights, comforting our grieving warriors after loss and listened to our corpsman on how to take better care of the fallen. .From his firm handshake to a grieving hug together, I will miss him until I join him. I will even miss the hairiest man on earth, from the eyebrows on down. Poor guy had no hair above his eyebrows but he was a human woolly pulley every where else. He would try to shave his back before patrols and always miss various spots and yes, I would help finish the job. What are buddies for ?? Doug Zembiec would never talk about himself, talk about what he’d done, talk about any of his accomplishments because he told me that no one really cares about what you have done as you command, the marines want to know what you can do now and the future .Well said. The day Doug received his Bronze Star with "V", he wept, I wept and I hugged this warrior and no words were spoken. I know why we wept. We would talk over and over again with valor is sacrifice and he thought this valor medal will never match the sacrifice that his marines went though. Humility again shows itself...About his new family, Doug LOVED Pam and being a dad made him even more humble. Her birth was the proudest day ever for him .Until her birth he told me the proudest moment in his life was leading the marines of Echo Co in battle. I could talk for days about how much this man meant to me and to his marines but I know throughout my life I will know about a man that was the definition of what a marine should be, what a committed husband and father should be and what this country looks for in a true hero in every stretch of the word. I will spend a couple hours with him tomorrow night when it's my turn to watch over his body and we will finish what we've talked about for those 7 months and both find peace.

I love you Doug

Sgt Maj Bill Skiles

SERGEANT MAJOR WILLIAM SKILES, USMC
HMLA-267 STINGERS
MAG-39, CAMP PENDLETON, CA
“NO SKILL, NO KILL"

3 comments:

De'on Miller said...

Aaron was always so proud of everything about you, SgtMaj. The more of you I learn about, I understand why.

Right now, wherever you all are, you Echo 2/1 Marines, wherever you all are gathered, I wish I was there and I'd bring my Commander In Chief coin (well, I'd have to get it out of Tonya's house since I passed it on to her), but yes, I have a coin from President Bush because I sent him a copy of my submission to Operation Homecoming, with a note of support and telling him that the story was not to cause harm, but to share grief, as I knew he too grieved, each time a name was removed from Roll Call. But anyway, I mention the coin because I imagine myself with you all. We'd pull out our coins and slap them on the bar. I'd one-up you all with mine that was as heavy as a hummer, and then when the stories started, I'd share this one with you.

On December 23, 2003, Aaron and I were traveling back from my uncle's house (another Marine)who lives in Littlefield, Texas, and on the way back to Lovington (I don't remember if it was before or after we whipped the Uee to take a picture of the "Welcome to Texas" sign on the border), but anyway, it was on that ride that I learned of Aaron's new company commander, a man by the name of Captain Zembiec. When I asked Aaron what he thought about him, he responded with, "I don't know, Mom. I don't really know him yet. But he's different. When he comes out to formation he screams 'I FEEL LIKE INVADING A COUNTRY TODAY!!'"

Of course, Aaron hollered it in the car, every bit as loud as what I imagine the Major did, and then he knitted those eyebrows and did that little crooked talk from his mouth, and acted as if he were whispering to someone in formation and said, "Geeez, sir, we just wanted to go have a beer!"

I laughed and laughed. Who would have ever thought? I'm smiling now, chuckling, looking over at a 90# pit and 60# blue heeler curled up next to a 2 lb (maybe) 7 week-old kitty (she will not stay away from them and actually went to their couch while ago to sleep with them)and I think of all of you and nothing makes a damn bit of sense to me, but it all still works for me.

Stories work best at a bar, dark wood, high, like the one I last spoke with you at, and I'd give nearly anything to be with you all right now. This is as close as I can get just now, but before another one of you disappear and leave me here, because sometimes I honestly think I may be the last human left here, maybe the only one to never die, then I want you all to know that I do love you all. It's not a lame word. It's me, I love. I just love. And even those of you I've never met, I still love you and I appreciate you and I'm a better person for having known you. And that in itself is a gift. My son, and yes, even the sting of death, first Aaron, now his commander, but even death is not the victor, because look at the outpouring of love.

This is why we fight. Not for the stories, but for each other.

Douglas V. Gibbs said...

solemn and touching. My prayers are always with our troops as they sacrifice more than we will ever understand to protect our freedom.

Anonymous said...

I wish I could have been there as well. I feel as if I know all these people. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not because I wouldn't be able to stop hugging these guys. There is no way I could even start to explain how very proud I am of these exceptional Human beings. The true HEROS of America!

PS. I laughed out loud about Aaron telling you about Zembeic!