Memorial Day Weekend, Peloton App and the Murph

Lots of things to work on today. First, tomorrow is Memorial Day here in the U.S. and I will always remember the reading by General Kelly now known as "The Last Six Seconds". It is courage like this,  in the face of certain death, that we remember on the last Monday in May.

Traditionally I have done the Murph WOD on Memorial Day. Wear the 20 lbs. vest if you have got it, body armor if you are in the military. And no Crossfit "pull-ups" damn it.... strict pull-ups that will make you suffer. We do not gimp our push-ups or squats.... why pull-ups?!

Finally, I wanted to make a plug for the Peloton App. Since my marathon I had been looking for some type of cardio work that was not too painfully boring. There was a woman at the gym that was KILLING IT on one of the spin bikes while wearing ear buds.... it was clear that she was pushing herself more than a person would on their own.... something or someone was motivating her. She told me about the Peloton App, that you could do two weeks for free and to watch the rides with Robin Arzon leading them. Super fun, very hard, great music.... check it out!

Today is a rest day prior to the morning Murph WOD tomorrow.

Have a Great Day!!

Memorial Day, The Wounded Warrior Project and the Murph WOD

Today is Memorial Day. A day that most folks will spend cooking out or jumping into the community pool that just opened up.

I would however encourage everyone to take some time and reflect on the brave men and women of our armed forces who have gone off to war and either never returned, returned in a coffin or returned with a terrible life altering disability... sometimes these are dramatic and visible like burns or amputations. I think though that it is also important to remember that many of our brave men and women who went off to fight for our country have deep wounds that people may never see... traumatic brain injuries or post traumatic stress disorder. If you have the means and can find a little bit of extra money, please give. Any amount will help. I just gave $20 at Wounded Warrior Project.

It is often times easy to forget that we still have people fighting overseas. We still have people on the ground in Afghanistan, we are conducting raids into Syria and the bombing runs continue in Iraq. Please remember them today and if you are so inclined, pray for their safe return home.

Today's quote is from Francis A. Walker:

"We come not to mourn our dead soldiers, but to praise them."

Workout: Murph WOD, Named for Navy SEAL Michael Murphy
Warm-up:
Walked with the dog for a half mile doing high knee lifts and kicks
WOD: I do these in order. No mixing it up as a circuit. I personally think this is meant to torch you with 300 squats just before the final run. Shoot for under one hour.
1 Mile Run
100 Pull-Ups (Sorry crossfitters, no kipping. Do real pull-ups)
(Primary muscles worked: Latissimus dorsi, infraspinatus, teres major, and minor)
200 Push-Ups (No kneeling, damn it!)
(Primary muscles worked: Pectoralis major, anterior deltoids, triceps brachii)
300 Squats
(Primary muscles worked: Gluteus maximus, rectus femoris, vastus lateralis, intermedius, and medialis)
1 Mile Run

Have a Great Day!!

Active Day of Rest in Preparation for Memorial Day

Today is an active day of rest, eating well and hydrating. I am going to roll out some sore muscles and not hit the weights at all. Tomorrow is Memorial Day and I will do the same thing I did last year: The Murph WOD.

Active Rest Day:
Some walks around the base with the dog.
Foam Roller Work

Have a Great Day!!

Memorial Day and "The Last Six Seconds"

I was able to get my MURPH WOD in this morning. It was a pain in my ass but a great workout!

I wanted to share a speech given by Marine Lt. General John Kelly for Memorial Day. Kelly gave this speech to eulogize two brave Marines who did their duty and paid the price. What the speech does not say, is that Lt. General Kelly's own son was killed in combat just four days before he gave this speech:

Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, in fact, the 22nd of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 “The Walking Dead,” and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour.

Two Marines, Corporal Jonathan Yale and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines.

The same broken down ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorists in Ramadi, a city until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda. Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and he supported as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000. Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island.

They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple America’s exist simultaneously depending on one’s race, education level, economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were Marines, combat Marines, forged in the same crucible of Marine training, and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if they were born of the same woman.

The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure went something like: “Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.” “You clear?” I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison something like: “Yes Sergeant,” with just enough attitude that made the point without saying the words, “No kidding sweetheart, we know what we’re doing.” They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, al Anbar, Iraq.

A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way—perhaps 60-70 yards in length—and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both catastrophically. Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck’s engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking most of a house down before it stopped.

Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives. Two died, and because these two young infantrymen didn’t have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.

When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded is commonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different.

The regimental commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that there were no American witnesses to the event—just Iraqi police. I figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I’d have to do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a general officer.

I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the serpentine. They all said, “We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing.” The Iraqi police then related that some of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion.

All survived. Many were injured … some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, “They’d run like any normal man would to save his life.”

What he didn’t know until then, he said, and what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal. Choking past the emotion he said, “Sir, in the name of God no sane man would have stood there and done what they did.”

“No sane man.”

“They saved us all.”

What we didn’t know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.

You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before: 
“ … let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.”

The two Marines had about five seconds left to live. It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were—some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.

For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing non-stop... the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the son-of-a-bitch who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers—American and Iraqi—bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground. If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe … because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber.

The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.

The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God. 

Six seconds.

Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty … into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight—for you.

Enjoy your Memorial Day but don't forget why we have the day off.