Paying the Price for Doing the Right Thing

What does an Army Captain and Sgt 1st Class do when they find out an Afghan boy has been
repeatedly raped and his mother beaten by the Afghan local police? In 2011 the Army was sent to train and mentor the Afghan local police in Kunduz Province. They were not only being trained, but also equipped, armed and paid with our tax dollars. Some of these men were known to the Army as corrupt police officials who were carrying out beatings, honor killings and rapes. Captain Quinn and Sgt 1st Class Martland did what we would expect any honorable Soldier to do. They intervened on behalf of the boy and his mother. They confronted Police Commander Abdul Rahman. When Rahman laughed it off, Quinn and Martland shoved him to the ground. It was the only way to get their point across, according to Quinn. "As a man, as a father of a young boy myself at the time, I felt obliged to step in to prevent further repeat occurrences".

For shoving Abdul Rahman the Army relieved both men of their positions and reassigned them pending the outcome of an investigation. Quinn voluntarily separated from the Army. Martland being a Green Beret with eleven years of service desired to continue his career.  But because Martland was relieved for cause and there is a negative mark on his service record, he is being involuntarily discharged from the Army.  Once again common sense is no where to be found.

We expect honorable Soldiers to stand up for innocent children. Why isn't military leadership standing up for these men?  Unfortunately it's coming directly from the top.  Our president has repeatedly shown contempt for the military. He has taken steps to all but strip away the military's ability to be an effective force. There has been a systematic purging of those in military leadership who disagree with the president.  The serving men and women are caught between obeying orders and a command structure who won't stand up for them because they can't.  These are dire times when good men are punished and destroyed  while our government elevates those who are evil.

We're thankful that men and women of integrity and good character continue to be willing to serve and sacrifice for our nation.  But how do we expect people to continue to enlist in the military when service men and women are seen as pawns in a political game by those who are in authority? 

All Lives Matter 25,000 Person March Not Worthy of News

Many of us have heard about the black lives matter march in Minnesota that took place over the weekend.  The hateful chants, "pigs in a blanket, fry 'em like bacon" of the 325 protesters has played over and over on national news broadcasts. Is the  hateful and disgusting message a call to action?  Whether it's the intent  of the group or not, some seem to be taking it as such.  In a shameful display the protest took place following the murder of a Houston Deputy who was simply filling his car with gas.

So what about the 25.000 person march in Birmingham, Alabama that took place the very same day?  Did you hear about that?   The peaceful marchers held signs that read "All Lives Matter", "Unity", "Love One Another",  God is the Answer",  "Justice" with a picture of Abraham Lincoln and "Courage" with a picture of Frederick Douglass.  Alveda King was heard singing "Jesus Loves the Little Children" along with other marchers.   Why isn't that news?   All Lives Matter  stands against evil and respects all people. That's the message we should be promoting. 

Why was the media silent on this march?  Say what you will but this was a news story and most of the media did not cover it.  Especially in light of the cold blooded killing of Houston Deputy Darren Goforth, this march mattered.  The majority of people are loving, kind, decent and respectful.   It's part of the story and the media should show it. 



The Birmingham march was organized by conservative Glenn Beck.  Bishop Jim Lowe, pastor  Guiding Light Church in Birmingham, co-organized the event.  Estimates placed the crowd between 20,000 and 30,000.  No arrests were made at this march. 

Chattanooga Lt Cmdr Being Charged with Firearm Violations. Common Sense Takes a Holiday.

Lt Cmdr White from the Chattanooga Reserve Service Center where four Marines and one Sailor were gunned down, will be brought up on charges by the Navy for using his personal firearm to defend himself and other military personnel while they were being sprayed with bullets.

There are many, many issues today that should rally the American people to action and this is one of them. When our military is made the bad guy when they are under attack by radical Islamic terrorist, on our own soil, and their most basic human right of self defense is prohibited, you have to ask yourself why. It makes no logical sense. What is the agenda here?  There is an expectation that somehow common sense will factor in the investigation but apparently that was not the case.

The rule of law in this nation is selectively applied at best, if not deliberately manipulated to fulfill an agenda. The decision to charge Lt Cmdr White is completely devoid of any form of common sense. Rather it should cause the Navy to question why they are leaving their personnel vulnerable and pursue changes to make them safer.  Lt. Cmdr White discharged his firearm on federal property in violation for Navy regulations and federal law.  That's a fact.  It's also a fact that he fired his weapon at someone who was in the process of murdering many people as possible.  This is the Navy's chance to stand up and do the right thing. It's time for common sense to prevail.

Read story by Allen West

The Deception of Gun Free Zones

We're told that gun free zones are safe places.  Really?  You've got to be kidding.  The idea that a gun free zone is a safe place is flawed to the very core. Who obeys laws and rules? The law abiding citizen. A criminal who has already decided to commit murder will not be deterred by a rule, law or a sign in a window, leaving everyone inside the gun free zone sitting ducks, completely unable to defend themselves or others against a shooter. As a Marine mom I'm angry that four Marines and a Sailor were able to be gunned down before meeting any opposition last week in Chattanooga, TN. The military faces enough legitimate risks. Being defenseless on their own base or in a recruiting station is insane.  How dare our government leave our military personnel who are among the most qualified to defend, defenseless.

• In 2009 the Fort Hood shooter was able to kill 13 and injure 30 people before being stopped by police.Had the soldiers there been armed, that shooter would have been taken out as soon a he began shooting, resulting in many lives being saved.
• In 2012 the Aurora Colorado theater shooter had time to  kill 12 and injure 70 before being stopped.  If only a few people in the theater had had a gun more would be alive today.
• At Sandy Hook in 2012 the shooter roamed about the school killing 20 children and 6 adults. The police weren't there when it happened so they couldn't help. If only some of the staff had been armed, far fewer would have died.
• DC Navy Yard in 2013.  12 killed and 3 injured. Another gun free zone. The law abiding citizens obeyed the law so there was no one to stop the shooter.
• Charleston church shooting last month resulted in 10 shot, nine fatally. He just kept shooting until he was done. No one in that church had a gun except the criminal.  
• Just this week the Lafayette theater shooting, 2 dead and 9 injured.

In all of these cases the criminal did not obey the law, only the law abiding citizens obeyed the law and therefore became victims. Gun control laws  and gun free zones don't work and in fact create death traps for unsuspecting people just going about their day.   Allowing and encouraging law abiding, conscientious and qualified citizens to carry concealed firearms is the best first line of defense because the police can't always be there.

Complacency Isn't an Option

After taking a long break from writing it's time to get back at it. With the plethora of current events that have left many of us scratching our heads trying to understand what is going on in this country and around the world it's hard to be silent. I may be only one voice, but my voice joined with others can make a difference. Without trying to sound dramatic, the continued existence of the United States of America as we have known it is in jeopardy. The good news is there are still enough of us who believe in the foundations of this nation and the blessings God has bestowed upon us. We understand the history of our nation and that it was built on Godly principles and the goodness, hard work and sacrifice of those who recognized this is an extraordinary nation.  Let's stay  thoughtful, diligent and prayerful, as we stand together to preserve the amazing gift we've been given by God and by those who have gone before us. 

A Heart Warmed by Classic Small Town USA

In the small country town of Eagle Mountain, we settled in on the lawn of a small outdoor amphitheater for a Clint Black concert. It was the culmination of the week long Pony Express festivities. The large crowd was friendly and well mannered. An occasional police officer on horseback could be spotted on the hill overlooking the amphitheater.

Prior to the concert, numerous members of the community were acknowledged for their spirit of volunteerism and service to their community. A local children’s dance group performed for the cheering crowd. Recognition was given to a Marine who had lost his life while serving his country. This caught me by surprise, as it was my son Cpl. Adam Galvez this tiny community honored. I was deeply touched given the fact that we were guests of a soldier who spent more than 20 years in the Army and suffered multiple disabling injuries in while in Iraq. He and his wife are very much local heroes who have overcome extreme adversity and embraced life to the fullest. Our families joined by the tragedies of war, and a community grateful for their freedom.

We watched the concert under the stars and the spectacular fireworks display that followed. I was overwhelmed with how wonderful it felt to be among the people of this small town, enjoying the evening, the music, the fireworks, and the friendships. For me, it was one of those “Wow God” moments. Everything about the evening pointed to the beauty of God’s creation, His amazing love for us and the comfort of knowing that through the good times and bad, He never lets go of us.

American Legion Magazine, Unexpected Friends, By Amy Galvez May 2011

Utah Gold Star Mother Amy Galvez talks with Iraqi women during a reception at the home of First Lady Hero Talabani. Photo by Cindy Hosea

My son, Adam, deployed to Iraq in 2006. I continued on with life’s daily tasks, but he was constantly on my mind. About five months later, I looked out my window and saw two Marines approaching my front door. Adam had been killed.

My story is not unlike that of thousands of other military mothers who have faced the unimaginable. Proud of our children, we occupy our time serving those who serve. We rally community support, send care packages and speak to local groups about the military. For many mothers, that doesn’t change even when our worst fears are realized. In a way, we feel as though we’ve been charged with carrying on our children’s work.

Last September, I was one of nine Gold Star Mothers – three from Utah, six from South Carolina – invited to Iraq by Families United Toward Universal Respect (FUTURE) and its Hugs for Healing program. For the first time, mothers of U.S. servicemembers would meet Iraqi women who have also suffered loss.
Each mother had a different reason for going to Iraq. Some hoped to find peace or feel closer to the child they lost there. Others wanted to better understand what their sons and daughters had fought for. As for me, I wanted to learn more about the Iraqi people and the country in which my son died.  Though we’d have an outstanding security team, Iraq was still a dangerous place.  Putting our families at ease about sending another loved one to Iraq wasn’t easy.

Based in Sulaymaniyah, in the Kurdistan region, we were in country for seven days. We were the Iraqis’ honored guests – the mothers of sons and daughters who had given so much for their nation. They told us stories about life under Saddam Hussein and in the years since. They shared their culture, their history, and their hopes for the future. We visited hospitals and women’s centers, and participated in service projects for women and children.

Having had an experience that profoundly changed our lives, many of our Gold Star mothers would probably go back to Iraq if given the chance. Mothers who’d lost children in Iraq now felt deeply connected to the country and its people.

Sept. 25, 2010: The pilot’s announcement – “We will be entering Iraqi airspace in three minutes” – was surreal. I was really going to Iraq. My emotions ran the gamut as I realized we would fly past the area in which my son died.

When we landed, a delegation of Iraqi women and other officials expedited us through customs and transported us to our hotel. Driving through the city, I saw many scenes that reminded me of my son’s war photos. Other areas looked progressive. Uncertain of what our accommodations would be like, we were pleasantly surprised to find modest, clean rooms with hot and cold running water and air conditioning.  

In the hotel lobby we were introduced to the rest of our security team, which now consisted of two Americans and eight Iraqi men, in dark suits with sunglasses and earpieces. Feeling a bit nervous, we were escorted to the rear of the hotel, where several SUVs and police vehicles were staged. Our group, and the Iraqi women we would spend the week with, boarded two small buses, which followed the security vehicles with lights and sirens on.

In 10 minutes, we arrived at the headquarters of the Patriotic Union of Kurdistan (PUK), where a long procession of Iraqi women and dignitaries greeted each of us. They expressed deep appreciation for our visit as TV cameras rolled and hundreds of photos were snapped. Our unexpected VIP treatment continued at an elaborate luncheon of delicious traditional cuisine.  

After the meal, I met an Iraqi woman who survived Saddam’s 1988 chemical-weapons attack. Her husband had been brutally killed by the regime. I was speechless as I listened to her story, and her expression of gratitude for my son’s sacrifice and the hard work of the U.S. military.

I’d been in Iraq not even three hours and already felt connected to people I’d known only from the evening news who lived half a world away. My eyes were being opened to the reality of the suffering of the Iraqi people and how much our military has done for them. I knew without a doubt that I was supposed to be here.

Sept. 26: Today we attended a Women’s Leadership Conference that included women from across Iraq, First Lady Hero Talabani, leaders from Women for FUTURE-Iraq, and Anfal widows of Saddam’s campaign against the Kurds. Joining us were Kurdish Regional Government officials, U.S. Army Gen. Thomas Vandal, Utah National Guardsmen, U.S. soldiers, State Department representatives and other dignitaries.

Much to my surprise, during Gen. Vandal’s address, he told my son’s story: “Twenty-one-year-old Marine Cpl. Adam Galvez was injured in a suicide bombing, buried alive under a collapsed building, attempted to rescue other Marines while taking gunfire from the enemy, and returned to duty only to be killed by an IED.” I was in awe that four years after Adam’s death, I sat in a conference in Iraq, where an Army general told his story to U.S. and Iraqi dignitaries and guests.  

The Iraqi women talked about how they suffered under Saddam and were freed by the Americans from his torture and brutality.  “We grieve for your sons as if they were our own,” one woman said. “They are part of us, and now you are part of us.”  They spoke of the progress made by Iraqi women and their need to learn how to network in service and support of each another. This is not common among Iraqi women as it is in the United States. They are learning from our examples how to support and serve one another.

The languages spoken here are Arabic, Kurdish and English. There are plenty of people to serve as interpreters. With hugs and kisses to accompany the spoken words, there is little difficulty communicating with the Iraqi women.

Over dinner this evening, a woman told me that her father, four brothers and fiance were executed. She said that when the government took their men and killed them, the women were not permitted to cry. If they were caught crying, they would be arrested for sympathizing with a traitor. She said her mother locked herself in a room of their house for three months following her father’s death so she could grieve without being caught. Like so many others, she thanked me for my son’s sacrifice for their freedom.

Sept. 27: Today the Iraqi and American women worked together to assemble hygiene kits, school supplies and newborn packages to be distributed at area hospitals, orphanages, schools and a women’s center. Some made quilts, others made beaded jewelry. We were able to show the benefits of working together for the betterment of the community.  At the cancer and maternity hospitals, we visited patients and distributed supplies. We found poor conditions, a lack of proper medication, basic medical supplies and comfort items. Many sick children were without blankets for warmth or to hold close for comfort. Saddened, we left wanting to do something to help.

Sept. 28: The city of Halabja is a 90-minute drive through the countryside on narrow roads, only a few miles from the Iran border. This is the site of Saddam’s 1988 chemical-weapons attack in which 5,000 people were killed within five minutes of the bombs dropping. Our vehicles moved through the tiny streets of this run-down town.  People stared as we passed by. Our arrival at the memorial site was somewhat unnerving. Unlike before, our security detail now carried sub-machine guns. News and video cameras were everywhere. Many people – nearly all carrying weapons – awaited our arrival. Our security briefed us on exactly how to move once we left the bus. We followed every order given, as we felt our safety was at risk.

The museum was filled with photos and displays of the dead lying in the streets following the attack 22 years ago. Photos were taken by Saddam’s men to prove the weapons had been effective. Copies lined the walls and in disbelief I looked at each one: a mother covering her child, and both laid dead in the street. The back of a pickup truck filled with dead children who’d tried to escape as bombs fell.  As I stared at that photo, a man pointed to himself, then pointed to the picture. He said, “Me.” Another man who spoke broken English confirmed what I believed the man to be saying. He had been one of the children in that truck, the only survivor. He laid in that truck for two days before being rescued, the other man said.  We visited the cemetery, where victims who could not be identified are buried in mass graves that contain hundreds of bodies. The rest are in single graves with headstones. Small fences and other makeshift borders surrounded multiple graves of people from the same family.

The Gold Star Mothers laid flowers at the base of a monument in the graveyard, and listened to survivors tell their stories and express their gratitude that our sons helped rid their country of the man who had done this to them. It was an emotional moment as survivors gave each mother a pin representing the 5,000 victims. I left realizing the importance of what our military had done for these people and the world.

Tonight we spent a special evening at the home of President and Mrs. Talabani. The first lady of Iraq hosted a dinner for the Gold Star Mothers visiting from the United States, along with the women from Baghdad with whom we had spent the week. The day before, Mrs. Talabani had traditional Kurdish dresses made for each woman in our group.  During dinner, she told stories of hiding out from Saddam Hussein in the hills of northern Iraq. One night, she heard the sounds of incoming fire and exploding bombs. The next morning, they found an unexploded bomb at the entrance of the building in which they had sought shelter. She also spoke of Saddam’s chemical-weapons attacks and the Kurds’ fight to stay alive.
Following dinner, Mrs. Talabani presented each Gold Star Mother with a crystal engraved with this message: “Our eternal gratitude to the mothers who raised the bravest of children, who dedicated their lives to the liberation of other nations ... A Mother.” I will cherish this forever as a gift from the heart of one mother to another.  The evening with Mrs. Talabani was uplifting and heartwarming. Her gratitude for us and our children who had died in her country, fighting for their liberation, was genuine.

Sept. 29: Today, the Peshmerga – Kurdish fighters – proudly hosted our delegation at their military base. Sheikh Jafar Mustafa, the Kurdish defense minister, spoke about the significance of the U.S. role in Iraq’s liberation and thanked us for our children’s sacrifice. The soldiers demonstrated their skills with marching drills, obstacle courses and other exercises, followed by lunch and time to visit with the U.S and Kurdish military.

Sept. 30: This afternoon was set aside for a time of quiet reflection and a memorial service for our sons and daughters who had been killed in Iraq. But was another memorial service really what we needed? I wanted to be accomplishing concrete work with the Iraqi people, not memorializing the dead, as so much of that had already been done. Little did I know this day may have been the most important of our week in Iraq.

At Lake Dukan, an exclusive resort in northern Iraq, our chaplain offered to serve communion for any who wanted to participate. Six of us moved to a secluded alcove for the service. Each one felt the presence of God in that place. We sang, worshiped and received communion. I thought of my son and his brutal death in this Muslim land, and now I was here, worshiping the Lord. What amazing things God has done to bring me to this moment. We looked up to see our friends – Iraqi women and others who had spent the week with us – gathered all around, watching us worship.

We ended the day in a large circle, and each mother took time to speak about her son, reflect, or share a Bible verse that was special to her. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to share with the Iraqis what God had done for me. To think that He would take a group of mothers whose children died in war in this country, then bring them to that land to share the love of Jesus, was almost more than I could comprehend. We concluded by singing “Amazing Grace,” with the Iraqi women attempting to join in.

There was a different “feel” as we left Lake Dukan. Our U.S. delegation, all in one bus, sang, laughed and danced in the aisle of the bus all the way back to town. Our day at Lake Dukan was one that God had placed on the agenda, a divine appointment. He touched each one of us that day, in the most unlikely way, in the most unlikely place, and no one would ever be the same.

A few days later it was time to return to home.  The morning of our departure several in our group had a sense of urgency.  It was time to leave.  A few blasts could be heard in the distance which may have increased our apprehension. We were met at the airport with a long delay but finally boarded our flight and took off. I breathed sigh of relief as the pilot announce we had cleared Iraqi airspace. 

As we reflected on this most magnificent trip we knew we would never be the same.  We had seen the Iraq war from a perspective that few would ever see and had come to understand our son's and daughter's sacrifices in a new and amazing way.   The friendships forged with our new Iraqi friends, for some, would last for years to come.


Note from American Legion Magazine:
Amy Galvez and her husband, Tony, live in Salt Lake City. The story of their son, Marine Cpl. Adam Galvez, appeared in the May 2007 issue of The American Legion Magazine (“Death, Not in Vain”).