who are accompanying the combat units being assembled on the Iraqi periphery have also beenadmonished not to report exact unit troop strength figures. Weâve already been directed that we may not state exactly where we are. Instead, we are told to euphemistically describe this remote and very austere air base as âin the vicinity of the Iraqi border.â
Quite understandably, weâre also not permitted to report where we are goingâor when. Some of the other correspondents covering other squadrons in MAG-39 chafe at what they perceive to be restrictions on the âfreedom of the press.â Most, however, seem to understand the rationale for the limitations. Those who find the burden of âself-censorshipâ too onerous can always âunvolunteerâ and simply go home.
That option, of course, doesnât apply to the rest of the volunteers over hereâthe soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines, more than 200,000 of them, who are now deployed in the trackless desert along the Iraqi border. On days like this, with a vicious sandstorm blowing across the dry, flat âmoonscape,â going home sounds even more attractive than usual. Life in this extreme climate and terrain prompts a longing not just for the companionship of loved ones but also for the simple pleasure of living without sand. One Marine said today, âI donât think Iâll ever go to the beach again for the rest of my life.â
Two months ago, HMM-268 was at Camp Pendleton, California, without any particular plans to travelâalthough like all Marines in this postâSeptember 11 environment, they were prepared for various contingencies. Then, on January 10, the word came down: âPrepare your aircraft for immediate embarkation.â
Four days later the squadronâs twelve CH-46 helicopters, their blades removed, were all packed and sealed, and on January 15, the aging aircraft were lifted aboard a commercial ship in San Diego. Accompanying the birds was a detachment of a dozen Marines, led by a sergeant. âNow think of this,â said 1st Lt. Williamson. âHereâs a shipment worth more than sixty million dollars being signed for by a twenty-two-year-old Marine sergeant. Where else would you getthat kind of responsibility at that age?â Where else indeed?
The rest of the Red Dragons departed from California at midnight on February 9 (for reasons still inexplicable to this old leatherneck, the U.S. Marines never go anywhere in daylight). When they arrived âin countryâ on February 11, the unit, officers and enlisted alike, pitched in to build tents and fill sandbagsâmore than twenty thousand that first week alone, according to Chief Warrant Officer Sean Wennes.
âWhy so many sandbags?â asked one of the horde of media that have descended on this remote desert air base. âBecause these tents donât even stop a sandstorm. They sure wouldnât stop a Scud,â replied Cpl. Phillip Sapio. âSometimes a sandbag is all you have between us and them.â By âthem,â of course, the Marine means the Iraqisâwho deny even having any of the long-range weapons capable of carrying chemical or biological warheads into the heart of this desert base.
âSix hours after the helicopters arrived in port, they had been stripped of the weatherproof covers, had their rotor blades replaced, and were ready for flight,â explained Lt. Col. Driscoll. âSome people think thatâs extraordinary. And maybe for some organizations it would beâbut for these Marines, this is what we do for a living,â he added.
Picking up and moving isnât the only thing that these Marines do for a living: they must also be prepared to fight when they get to where they are going. The Red Dragon helicopters have to be ready at a momentâs notice to carry Marine infantrymen in a heloborne assault, resupply the units in contact, insert reconnaissance
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