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Jett Superior laid this on you on || April 4, 2004 || 11:49 pm

Letter to the faithful

Dearest Daniel,

I sat and spoke with your mother for some time tonight; I felt somehow led to reach out to her, to let her know that there are others that feel a kinship to her son though he is far afield in a tiny little slip of an enclave that many here on American soil had never even heard of until last week.

Although I myself have never seen the type of battle you are now entrenched in, have never held a weapon aloft against a proclaimed enemy while protecting others both near and far, I have known distress in my heart and in my gut over loved ones who do (and have done) just that. It in no way compares to standing abreast of you and your fellow Marines as you do your jobs, but it robs me of sleep and immerses me deep in prayer for you and those of your ilk that stand the gap so that I may get up in the morning and feed my children waffles while they are unencumbered by anything greater than the thought of what they will wear to school tomorrow; more importantly, so that others may rebuild the tattered country that for so long has known collective fear in its belly and torture in its midst.

I know you know uncertainty, Daniel, that it has wrapped its jellied tentacles about you despite your resolve to do what you are called to do. I cannot hope to comfort you with mere words on a page, nor can I convey the depth of pride and sense of love and care that I feel for you as you and your Marine Corps brethren embark upon this very dangerous undertaking.

I just wanted you to know that there are those of us that hold you in our collective hearts, and that I believe with every fiber of my being that –despite the horrors you are likely to be privy to– you will emerge from Falluja (different as the experience will make you) to come home to your momma and kiss her on her feverish, worried cheek.

Godspeed, Marine, and Semper Fucking Fi,


Almighty Father, whose command is over all and whose love never fails, make me aware of Thy presence and obedient to Thy will. Keep me true to my best self, guarding me against dishonesty in purpose and deed and helping me to live so that I can face my fellow Marines, my loved ones, and Thee without shame or fear. Protect my family.

Give me the will to do the work of a Marine and to accept my share of responsibilities with vigor and enthusiasm. Grant me the courage to be proficient in my daily performance. Keep me loyal and faithful to my superiors and to the duties my Country and the Marine Corps have entrusted to me. Help me to wear my uniform with dignity, and let it remind me daily of the traditions which I must uphold.

If I am inclined to doubt, steady my faith; if I am tempted, make me strong to resist; if I should miss the mark, give me courage to try again. Guide me with the light of truth and grant me wisdom by which I may understand the answer to my prayer.

~The United States Marine Corps Prayer

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