Nov. 3, 2011
Before
leaving the transit base in Manas, Kyrgyzstan, I was grazing at the chow hall
salad bar and noticed a long-time friend standing directly in front of me,
completely oblivious to my presence. It was Col. Ken Desimone, my counterpart
from the Inspector General’s Office at Camp Lejeune. Ken had deployed to
Afghanistan last March as the Officer in Charge (OIC) of the Provincial Police
Training Team in Lashkar Gah, Afghanistan. During his tour, the Police Station
where Ken and his team were living was hit twice by suicide bombers, both times
killing a number of Afghan National Police Officers whom Ken’s team was
mentoring. As Ken later noted, it was sheer luck that neither he nor his
Marines were injured or killed, as the building was nearly destroyed by the
force of the blasts. After each bombing, the Afghani Police rebuilt the
station, which still remains a favorite target of insurgents.
Since
meeting each other as young Lieutenant’s in 1988, we have managed to stay
in touch and have since served together in a variety of units and locations. In
2005, I ran into Ken in Fallujah, Iraq, where both of us had deployed in
support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. At that time, Ken was serving as a mentor
to the Iraqi Border Police, which later became the subject of a story I wrote
and subsequently published in Leatherneck Magazine. A draft version was posted
to this blog in 2006 - Leatherneck Border Story
As Ken glanced up from his salad-filled plate, we couldn’t
help but laugh aloud at our surprise encounter. For the remainder of the
evening, we swapped stories and quickly caught up.
In Iraq, Ken joked that based upon our assignments at that
time, he was a “meat-eater,” whereas I was simply a “leaf-eater” (similar to
the long-standing argument that grunts, or Marine infantry, are superior to Marines in combat service support roles). This time, however, Ken acknowledged that our
chance meeting at the salad bar was a sure sign that he too had finally become
a leaf-eater.
No comments:
Post a Comment