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     After 18 months away the 1-184 IN returned to the sunny shores of California last Monday.  It has only been a week since A Co touched down, but when I look back at my days in Baghdad they seem somehow vaugely unfamiliar.  It is almost as if I were watching the actions of an unfamiliar other move through my memories. As the memories reconsolidate I will be posting again to finish filling in all the gaps in our deployment... but for now I am just enjoying the free air.

Last Days at the FOB

Every goodbye is the birth of a memory

                                Dutch Proverb

     What was to be our last day at the FOB started with pregnant drops of rain sizzling through the predawn darkness. They fell in a tumbling cascade, slowly gathering strength until the air was thick with water. The first few drops of rain splattered into the dust like micro meteorites, sending tiny puffs of dust into the air from their sudden impact. For the first few minutes the air was filled with a strange elemental alchemy – the elements of water, earth, and air all defending their respective domains. Eventually the rain turned into a torrent, and the fallow dust yielded, transforming into tarry pools of mud. Just like a year ago.

     The mud is the same, the high walls still grope for the sky, even the wind tastes the same as when we arrived. But I am not earth, nor stone, nor air. I am creature of blood and bone… and I have changed. I am leaving this FOB a different man then the one who arrived at these chill gates those many months ago. I’ve sipped from the poison chalice of loss. Felt my veins run with chill blood and my face streak with hot tears. And I’ve watched as the reaper’s scythe whistled through the desert air. Mortal things cannot brush shoulders with eternity without bearing the psychic scars of their meeting. And so I am changed... both inside and out.

     I have aged and weathered under the sun’s fierce glare, my face creased with worn lines as faulted as the sun splintered fields. They remind me of the fearsome toll every one of us paid. I don’t mourn their arrival, they are the outward manifestation of those ethereal scars the crease my soul. It seems somehow fitting and proper that I be left with a physical reminder of what was lost… and what was gained.

     Do not mistake my words. I am not broken, nor am I damaged. The story of our mission is not a tragedy, despite our losses. The deepest etchings on my soul, the ones that will remain in both this life and the next, were the incandescent examples of valor, courage, and brotherhood I witnessed each and every day. The men who served at my side were bound to me, and I to them, with tidal forces that have no equivalent in the sterile formality of the living world. Back home the concept of "self" is a rigid construct, a domain mapped with the formality of a land agreement. But here on the bleeding edge we became more something greater than our individual parts. We became a family.

     Our time in Iraq is drawing to a close. Our bags are packed. The sun is about to set on our 18 month deployment. And now that we aren’t in daily contact I’ve found my feelings centered on the fierce and solemn pride at having served alongside so many bright souls.

In Memory

Death comes to all. But great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

                       -George Fabricius

     New Year’s Eve is a time of both reflection and renewal, a time where a giddy sense of opportunity and hope seep into even the most hardened heart. But there was no joy in Killer Company this New Years Eve… because on New Years Eve we lost a cherished brother. CPL Marcelino “Ronnie” Corniel was a warrior prince. He cut his teeth in the United States Marine Corps, then after a short return to the civilian world he joined the ‘Hard Guard” as he affectionately called it. Shortly after his enlistment he was once again on point for his country.

     The last few weeks have grown increasingly cold – or at least it feels that way to our desert acclimated bodies. But today was different… today the winter sun flared down on our battered hearts and brought some small measure of comfort to our grieving ranks. Under this warm and welcome sky the Battalion gathered for the memorial service. The ceremony took place on a barren patch of concrete… one that our Soldiers have become far too familiar with. To an outsider this desolate slab would hardly merit a second glance. But to us it is a sanctum, a place around which grim soldiers gather to form a living cathedral.

     The first tribute to CPL Corniel was from LTC K, our Battalion Commander.  He remembered CPL Corniel with the following words.

     CPL Marcelino Ronald Corniel, or “Ronnie” to his friends and family, was killed in a mortar attack on his observation post on 31 December ending is life at the young age of 23. CPL Corniel was a son to xxxxx, older brother to three sisters, and engaged to marry his fiancé xxx. He called La Puente, California his home.  CPL Corniel’s strong desire to serve is country drove him to enlist, first in the Marine Corps, and then in the Inactive Ready Reserve. He joined the California Army National Guard in June last year, an answer to his own call of duty, expressing to his friends that “he just had to get over there to help”. Having just arrived in Iraq in September CPL Corniel quickly assimilated into Killer Company, and his infantry platoon was attached to Cyclone Company, manning one of the most dangerous locations in our area of operations. His expert knowledge of weapons gained him immediate notoriety. His platoon mates describe him as a selfless, giving person, who often said that he wanted to go out fighting, and that’s exactly what CPL Corniel did. As we honor his life today, we are reminded of the fleeting moments of life, and the fact that we must fight until the end when we can finally stack arms. No words can ease his family’s loss; we can only offer our prayers and memories. No New Years Eve will ever go without recalling his sacrifice. CPL Corniel stands as a lasting tribute to the American patriot who answers the calling and runs to the sound of the guns. God bless you CPL Ronnie Corniel, and God speed you to your new home with him in paradise. Nightstalkers, Vanguard, Rock of the Marne.

     The next speaker was CPT A, the Commander of Cyclone Company, and he offered the following words.

     First I would like to thank all of you for attending. Seeing you all here, I know it will be alright plus we are going home now.

    I did not know CPL Corniel very well. He had just arrived in Iraqi in September. He was a Marine, and you know what they say… Once a Marine, always a Marine. It always seems like the people you don’t know too well are the ones you wish you had known better just from all the stories people share when they are gone. Corniel was one of those guys. He loved the Corps. He arrived in Kuwait wearing his Marine  unifrm due to RFI being issued in Kuwait.

    He could make people laugh with his stories. Marine stories are always humorous to Army guys. He would say that Army Special Forces were just glorified Marines. One story stands out to SPC Truck. CPL Corniel’s fiance was watching the news about Iraq and asked him why the doctors were mad at the soldiers… CPL Corniel explained to her – not surgeons… insurgents. Just ask SPC Truck for details. He could just make people laugh.

     I have worked with 3^rd Platoon, Alpha Company, 1-184 IN since August. They lost the first soldier in the Battalion and it seems like they are closing the same way. My hat is off to you guys. I will fight with you at my side anytime, anywhere. Guys like SGT Henna, SPC German, and SSG Kin… the guys who were hurt with CPL Corniel, the Department of the Navy squad. All of Green, as we called you! All of you are part of the Cyclone family.

    Guys – stand tall. You have done solid work here and made Iraq a better place. Remember CPL Corniel as he was… vibrant and energetic. Do not mourn his death but celebrate a Marine who came to join the ranks of the Army. We all have something to learn from each other. Take this and learn… one day we will all meet up again and there will be one joyous reunion.   

Cyclones – Tear it up! Hard Guard!

     Then I stepped up to the podium and tried to pay tribute to CPL Corniel. My words are but a shadow of CPL Corniel, for no words could truly capture a man of such infinite worth.

     As the sun sets on our deployment I’ve come to realize that we are all bound by ties that can never be shattered. Bone deep bonds that were forged in the blood and fire of combat, and tempered by both sacrifice and loss. Today those ties grow tighter, because today we have to say goodbye to CPL Ronnie Corniel.

     There are some unfortunate souls who never have the chance to meet a true hero. In that respect we were lucky - because we had the honor of serving side by side with one. CPL Corniel was a hero in every sense of the word. His courage both on and off the battlefield was inspiring, and his bearing, leadership, and selfless service exemplified the finest traditions of both the  United States Army and the  United States Marine Corps.

    Ronnie was our company’s resident weapons expert, and his knowledge of small arms was almost uncanny. Every time a new gun magazine arrived at the barracks his friends would show him the pictures and ask him to describe the weapon. To every one’s amazement CPL Corniel would describe the nomenclature, caliber, and range as if those arcane facts were common knowledge. But Ronnie’s encyclopedic knowledge wasn’t just a parlor trick, his expertise was critical out there on patrol. CPL Corniel’s knowledge ensured his platoon was able to safely carry out their mission, and was directly responsible for the capture of several enemy fighters.

      CPL Corniel was a natural born warrior, but his gifts weren’t limited to the battlefield. If anything his loyalty, honesty, and charm eclipsed even his fearsome martial prowess. He was the type of man who reflexively used his gifts to help others; I don’t think he even understood the concept of selfishness. In the next few days our mission here in the land of the two rivers will come to a close, and we will start the long road back home. I know that Ronnie will be there watching over us, just as he always did. Semper Fi!  

     SPC G had the privilege of serving side by side with CPL Corniel, and they were bound together by friendship and their shared memories of the Marine Corps. He remembered his friend with these words.

    Where do I start, when I talk about CPL Ronnie Corniel to some of us here, and you know who you are? He was a former Devil Dog still in the Inactive Ready Reserve with the Marine Corps, when he enlisted with the Army National Guard. He volunteered to come to the suck – Iraq that is – to fight the fight for our country as he always put it. Day in and day out. To me he was a friggin hard charger, always ready to carry out the mission. To CPL Corniel enlisting in the ‘Hard Guard” was just another chapter in his life that he wanted to pursue, and to do it to the best of his ability. He wanted to pass off his skills to those who wanted to learn. But to me he was just Ronnie, not just my brother in arms, but mainly my brother. He will always be in the hearts and minds of my family forever. I know you are up there Ronnie, and that you probably asked the big man up above to issue you a new rifle so you could pull the first watch and guard the gates. But I want to give you one last piece of advice, don’t mouth off to the big man this time! I love you bro.

     Our Chaplain, MAJ B, was the last to speak. His meditation was a salve to our grieving hearts, and reminded us all that the best tribute to CPL Corniel would be to follow his brilliant example. His tribute follows…

“A few days and we all go home. If we can just make it the net few we will be on our way.” That was our cry as we prepared to demobilize. CPL Ronald Corniel was not given those few days. He just had the moment, but he lived those moments fully. Today’s tribute to CPL Ronald Corniel is most fitting and proper. He served the United States Marines, the Army, and hs country well and we pay our deep respect to him and offer our sympathes to his family. 

    He had been a Marine and loved it. He did his time. But he wanted to give more. He chose to join the Army during a time of war. He chose the Guard to serve with brothers and friends he knew. He wanted to do something significant; he wanted to make a difference. He had already done his part, he served his country honorably, he could have stayed home but he came back. This is the type of man we remember.

     We grieve his loss because he was an example of a good Soldier. We mourn his loss because we have seen too much death and now just at the end we have lost another. We say, “Death couldn’t you have let us get out without another meeting?” We are shocked because death does not honor our redeployment schedule. We are numb and we are angry. And that is OK. In our attention to death of our brother today, let us not forget life. Let us remember that while death is inevitable, life is more powerful. Just as the cold, chilly winter months must give way to the light and warmth of spring, so too death cannot stand before the advance of new life.

    Therefore is is also fitting and proper that we, the living, renew our commitment to life with its responsibilities and commitments. Let us resolve that with God being our helper, we will pursue only that which enhance life… and liberty that makes life meaningful. Let us resist that which threatens life and destroys liberty. Let the words of one writer help us as we work toward that goal: “I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to a fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.’

    Our Lord has given us a legacy of hope for the future when he said, “ I am the resurrection and the life. He that believes in me though he were dead, yet shall live. And he that lives and believes in me shall never die.” Let us not fear death, but face it; let us not cower before the future but walk boldly into it. 

    Then too, let us go on to take advantage of today’s responsibilities and opportunities. Let us live each day well – one at a time. Sine we have only one life to live, we should give it our best. Each of us needs a cause and a purpose that is bigger then ourselves to which we can dedicate our lives. CPL Corniel did not live in the past, he did not rest on a past career, he looked forward to what he could offer in the present because he did not let fear of the future hold him back. He came to a dangerous place and live gallantly. He wanted to live vibrantly, now. Let us not regret the past or fear the future so we can get on with the business of living in the present. May we learn to seize the opportunities at hand and thank God for every day we are given. Let us begin with the first day we have, today!

     CPL Corniel was as close to perfect as this world allows. He will be missed. Rest in Peace brother.