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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Pat Tillman: we remember you

"The profound cowardice of some top brass stands in such marked contrast to the bravery of the men and women they commanded. These officials felt brave enough to send our military into battle, and yet not one of them has the strength of character to look Pat's mother, Mary Tillman, in the face, and s ay they are sorry."
--Paul Riekoff, Executive Director of IAVA (Iraq & Afghanistan Veterans of

"But the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."
--An underlined quotation from Ralph Waldo Emerson found amo ng Tillman's readings.

Listen up. Today, The daddy is feeling Pat Tillman, a former professional football and a genuine hero. Now, the daddy is not going to go into the military: how both the military and the Bush administration conspired to market his name and use his death to boost its recruiting and promote its misadventures in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Nor will he talk about the National Football League, which talks about its care for American communities and its people but kept silent about Pat Tillman, a good football player and an even better community leader, during the super bowl. Remember: before Tillman, enlisted in the military, he played safety for the Arizona Cardinals, one of the teams in the super bowl. But no Arizona Cardinal player sported a #40 on his jersey to let the world know they remembered. No minister spoke at half time about how Tillman gave so much to the Arizona Cardinals, to the Arizona community through his volunteer work with youth and how he paid the ultimate price for his country. All we saw was football and ads, mostly ads. The NFL showed that it cares little for Tillman or the values that Tillman he espoused; they just wanted to make money.

No, today, the daddy is just going to say, Pat, The daddy and countless numbers of Americans remember your adult life of serving something bigger than you.

We remember that you died on April 22nd, 2004, when your unit was ambushed as it traveled through the rugged terrain of eastern Afghanistan.

We remembers that you died trying to provide cover for your fellow soldiers as they tried to escape from a canyon.

We remember that you died from friendly trying to protect others ; and we remember thinking then and now how that was so much like you-- putting others before yourself.

Yes, we remember Pat Tillman, number 40, roaming the defensive backfield with that intense expression on his face, that well conditioned body flying to make a tackle or to intercept a pass. But most of all, we remember a soldier who paid the ultimate price to save his fellow soldiers trapped in a canyon and to keep us free.

Name :Pat Tillman

Date of birth : 6 November 1976

Place of birth : San Jose, California, USA

Date of death : 22 April 2004

Place of death : Khost, Afghanistan. (killed in combat)

Birth name : Patrick Daniel Tillman

Height : 5' 11


Christopher said...

The Bush junta used Tillman as their poster boy for the Iraq war.

What's more Murikan, at least by Tejas standards, a tall, handsome football player who is also a soldier?

Too bad their kicked him to the curb after he was killed by friendly fire, no longer useful to the neocon propaganda campaign to promote the war.

MacDaddy said...

Christopher: Well said. They used him. But the thing I love about him is that he set the standard for what true hero is about. Not money. Not self-centered-super narccicism but love of one's country, one's fellow man... and being willing to die for that which you believe. His heroism will stand for ages. said...

Hi there,

Thank you for this tribute!


Peace, blessings and DUNAMIS!

Calabashe said...

5 years ago last month, we lost Pat in Afghanistan. Pat would be the first to say that he was no more special a soldier than any of his brothers-in-arms. He would say that his sacrifice was no more tragic than some 4500+ other warriors’ sacrifices made for our country regardless of political persuasion.

Pat earned near national renown for his talent in a profession broadly followed. That’s why, in part, he was, at one time, America’s highest profile soldier. What makes Pat special to us, those who know and love him, is that he is a man of incredible honesty and integrity with an abounding sense of fair play. The Rumsfeld Pentagon wanted to repackage him both in service and post mortem. Rumsfeld wanted to make Pat larger than life and pimp him out as a recruitment poster boy for a controversial political policy agenda. Pat would have none of that and felt his place to be in the field doing his job as well as every other “grunt” in national service.

Because of Pat’s renown, the DoD account and cover up of the situation surrounding Pat’s sacrifice fell apart rather quickly and publicly. His family was given a platform to ask the questions. Pat’s Mom, Mary, took the lead, did the research and told the nation about the deception, disrespect and dishonor of our soldiers practiced regularly by the Rumsfeld Pentagon. In doing so, Mary restored her son’s honesty and integrity in true Pat fashion.

Brother Kevin’s essay pretty much summed up all of our feelings. I, for one, like to think Kevin’s words did more. Rumsfeld fell “After Pat’s Birthday” in 2006. Justice might never be served but at least “The Transparent Pillage” is ending. That seems to be Pat’s best legacy, IMHO.

I don’t speak for the family. These words are my own. Once upon a time, Pat had I had a profound enough friendship for him to invite me into sharing his memory. I see him regularly now in my dreams so I know he is more than just "Worm Dirt."

Miss you, Dude - still love you too.