General John Kelly’s Speech About Two Heroic Marines

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.

Haerter, Jordan, LCpl
Yale, Jonathan Tyler, Cpl

Yale and Haerter Were From Two Completely Different Worlds

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.

The Two Marines Yale and Haerter Had About Five Seconds Left to Live

A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alleyway – 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 are 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 sit,e, 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 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.”

Yale and Haerter Saved Us All

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 into 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.

Yale and Haerter Never Hesitated

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.

This article originally appeared at Business Insider. Copyright 2015.

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7 Comments

  1. RONALD Jack KING

    How can one comment on a tremendous act of courage and true sense of duty, displayed by two soldiers, when you are crying for your brothers and sisters, who are protecting the world from acts such as these. Rest, for you are in Gods protection now, just as the people in the barracks were, when he posted you.

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  2. James Woods

    True Heroes!!!!

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  3. Pete

    Semper Fi

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  4. Richard Santoro

    I remember reading this story a few years ago. It broke my heart then too just as it is doing right now. No words can describe that kind of bravery. That kind of call to duty. I don’t know. But whatever it is, I sure am proud of them for it. May GOD bless them and their families.

    SALUTE!

    Richard Santoro. Sgt.
    USAF Security Police Veteran.

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  5. Bob Bodenschatz

    God bless these young Marines! So heroic, so sad.

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  6. Don Schodts

    One can only hope for this strength of character, when, and if, required. Aboard ship, off the Eastern Coast of Korea, I recall steadily cursing the weather, terrain, circumstances, etc., when a buddy reminded me, “Hey, YOU VOLUNTEERED, I was drafted !” “It’s my prerogative to curse circumstances, YOU just ENJOY” We both had a good laugh, thankful for a moment of levity….So many times, since I have recalled that conversation…..God Bless these two marines, all the others who gave their all, and those who gave and returned home….we all have our memories, some good, some bad,some terrible. May God Bless us all, and our wonderful country !

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  7. RICHARD L BRADFORD

    As Richard Santoro wrote above, I also remember and cried, as I do now, when I first read the above account. I am concerned about our country and the turmoil it is going through. Although this was 13 years ago, it still reflects on the courage and devotion of our young troops, as opposed to the current non military weak, useless youth that burn and destroy our cities.

    Semper Fi Marines, Sgt Richard Bradford USMC ’64-68 RVN 65-66, 68 Major USAR ’72-2002 Desert Storm ’91

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