Thursday, February 22, 2007

Ship selection night!!

Tonight is Ship Selection Night at the Academy. That is when all of the Midshipmen who will be graduating in May who have selected to go Surface Warfare (like me) will get to chose which ship they will be on for their first sea tour. They make it a really big deal here. Quintin likened it to the NFL draft, but the only difference is the players get to choose the team they want to be on. It is going to be a long night, but it should be fun.

There are going to be a lot of high ranking officers there- namely a lot of Admirals. All of the VIPs get to have dinner at the Superintendent's house before the ceremony begins. Even though they each have a Flag Lieutenant whose sole job is to keep their schedule and make sure they get from one location to another, each of the Lieutenants in my department were assigned an Admiral to escort. We have to pick them up and walk them over to another building, which is only about a 5 minute walk.

Somehow I was chosen to escort the highest ranking one... Vice Admiral Etnyre, Commander, Naval Surface Forces (That means he is in charge of all the ships in the Navy). Here is his picture- I have to use this to try to find him in the crowd at the Supe's house.


Not sure what kind of small talk I am going to make on the way over, but I'm sure I'll think of something. Maybe I can see what he thinks about Britney shaving her head and bailing out of rehab for the second time!!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Call of Duty

I was doing a little internet surfing during lunch today and stumbled upon a great article that I had to share. Everyone has their own reasons for joining the military, and even for choosing to continue to serve, but it is rare that they are shared. This May will mark my 6th year of commissioned service in the Navy and I am glad that there are still people out there who feel the call to serve their country so deeply.

It started on Oct. 29, 2006. On the night before he deployed to Iraq, Army 2nd Lt. Mark Jennings Daily sat down at his laptop in his Texas apartment and began tapping out an essay for his MySpace Web page. Daily, a 23-year-old Irvine native who considered himself a liberal humanist, had decided to join the fight despite initial doubts about the war. He was killed on Jan. 15, when a roadside bomb detonated beneath his vehicle in Mosul. Three of his comrades died with him. Here is what he wrote:

All,
By the time you read this I am bound for you know where. If any of you are still curious, I threw together this short essay as to why I joined the Army. Hope it answers your questions!

Love,
Mark

The Best Way Out is Through!

"Why I Joined"

This question has been asked of me so many times in so many different contexts that I thought it would be best if I wrote my reasons for joining the Army on my page for all to see. First, the more accurate question is why I volunteered to go to Iraq. After all, I joined the Army a week after we declared war on Saddam's government with the intention of going to Iraq. Now, after years of training and preparation, I am finally here.

Much has changed in the last three years. The criminal Ba'ath regime has been replaced by an insurgency fueled by Iraq's neighbors who hope to partition Iraq for their own ends. This is coupled with the ever present transnational militant Islamist movement which has seized upon Iraq as the greatest way to kill Americans, along with anyone else they happen to be standing near. What was once a paralyzed state of fear is now the staging ground for one of the largest transformations of power and ideology the Middle East has experienced since the collapse of the Ottoman Empire. Thanks to Iran, Syria, and other enlightened local actors, this transformation will be plagued by interregional hatred and genocide. And I am now in the center of this.

Is this why I joined?

Yes. Much has been said about America's intentions in overthrowing Saddam Hussein and seeking to establish a new state based upon political representation and individual rights. Many have framed the paradigm through which they view the conflict around one-word explanations such as "oil" or "terrorism," favoring the one which best serves their political persuasion. I did the same thing, and anyone who knew me before I joined knows that I am quite aware and at times sympathetic to the arguments against the war in Iraq. If you think the only way a person could bring themselves to volunteer for this war is through sheer desperation or blind obedience then consider me the exception (though there are countless like me).

I joined the fight because it occurred to me that many modern day "humanists" who claim to possess a genuine concern for human beings throughout the world are in fact quite content to allow their fellow "global citizens" to suffer under the most hideous state apparatuses and conditions. Their excuses used to be my excuses. When asked why we shouldn't confront the Ba'ath party, the Taliban or the various other tyrannies throughout this world, my answers would allude to vague notions of cultural tolerance (forcing women to wear a veil and stay indoors is such a quaint cultural tradition), the sanctity of national sovereignty (how eager we internationalists are to throw up borders to defend dictatorships!) or even a creeping suspicion of America's intentions. When all else failed, I would retreat to my fragile moral ecosystem that years of living in peace and liberty had provided me. I would write off war because civilian casualties were guaranteed, or temporary alliances with illiberal forces would be made, or tank fuel was toxic for the environment. My fellow "humanists" and I would relish contently in our self righteous declaration of opposition against all military campaigns against dictatorships, congratulating one another for refusing to taint that aforementioned fragile moral ecosystem that many still cradle with all the revolutionary tenacity of the members of Rage Against the Machine and Greenday. Others would point to America's historical support of Saddam Hussein, sighting it as hypocritical that we would now vilify him as a thug and a tyrant. Upon explaining that we did so to ward off the fiercely Islamist Iran, which was correctly identified as the greater threat at the time, eyes are rolled and hypocrisy is declared. Forgetting that America sided with Stalin to defeat Hitler, who was promptly confronted once the Nazis were destroyed, America's initial engagement with Saddam and other regional actors is identified as the ultimate argument against America's moral crusade.

And maybe it is. Maybe the reality of politics makes all political action inherently crude and immoral. Or maybe it is these adventures in philosophical masturbation that prevent people from ever taking any kind of effective action against men like Saddam Hussein. One thing is for certain, as disagreeable or as confusing as my decision to enter the fray may be, consider what peace vigils against genocide have accomplished lately. Consider that there are 19 year old soldiers from the Midwest who have never touched a college campus or a protest who have done more to uphold the universal legitimacy of representative government and individual rights by placing themselves between Iraqi voting lines and homicidal religious fanatics. Often times it is less about how clean your actions are and more about how pure your intentions are.

So that is why I joined. In the time it took for you to read this explanation, innocent people your age have suffered under the crushing misery of tyranny. Every tool of philosophical advancement and communication that we use to develop our opinions about this war are denied to countless human beings on this planet, many of whom live under the regimes that have, in my opinion, been legitimately targeted for destruction. Some have allowed their resentment of the President to stir silent applause for setbacks in Iraq. Others have ironically decried the war because it has tied up our forces and prevented them from confronting criminal regimes in Sudan, Uganda, and elsewhere.

I simply decided that the time for candid discussions of the oppressed was over, and I joined.

In digesting this posting, please remember that America's commitment to overthrow Saddam Hussein and his sons existed before the current administration and would exist into our future children's lives had we not acted. Please remember that the problems that plague Iraq today were set in motion centuries ago and were up until now held back by the most cruel of cages. Don't forget that human beings have a responsibility to one another and that Americans will always have a responsibility to the oppressed. Don't overlook the obvious reasons to disagree with the war but don't cheapen the moral aspects either. Assisting a formerly oppressed population in converting their torn society into a plural, democratic one is dangerous and difficult business, especially when being attacked and sabotaged from literally every direction. So if you have anything to say to me at the end of this reading, let it at least include "Good Luck"

Mark Daily

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Never again!

We can never live in another place that only has one bathroom! The place we are in right now is pretty big- about 1500 square feet, but the downside is that there is only one bathroom. At our house in Texas we had two bathrooms, but really only used one. So, once we moved here we didn't think it was going to be that bad....but that was before Abby was using the bathroom too. And this one is pretty small, since the building itself is old. They remodeled the inside, but didn't change the layout, and the bathroom is really cramped. The mornings are the worst, with all of us trying to get in and out. Even one day way down the road when it is only Quintin and I in the house we will have to have two bathrooms.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Our Icy Valentine's Day


Sorry for the delay, but we had an ice storm come through late Tuesday. We got about an inch of snow and the worst part was the half inch of ice. All of the schools in the Baltimore-D.C. area were closed on Wednesday, as well as most everything else- except the Naval Academy of course. People have told me that they very rarely close, and now I believe it. Abby and I made Valentine's bags for her friends at school, and that morning she wanted to take them to her friends (Her school runs on the same closure schedule as the Academy). Quintin didn't have to go in to work, but I did, so we went and dropped off her goodie bags and then they were going to drop me off at work. Abby asked where we were going and I told her that Daddy was going to drop me off at work for a little bit. Then she said, "No, Daddy go to work, Mommy stay home with me!" It was funny, but poor Quintin said he felt unappreciated!

So, I ended up going in to work for about an hour or so and then we went out to lunch- by then the roads had all been cleared. Abby looked so cute all dressed in her heart sweater and sweet little hair ribbons. We were really lucky because a lot of people in the area had lost power, and it was so cold outside. Our power was going in and out for a little bit, but nothing major. Our cable and internet were out for a couple of days, so that wasn't any fun. It is funny how quick you get spoiled, and even though we usually only watch tv when Abby is asleep, you still miss it.

We also had a little leak in the ceiling of our office/playroom. Luckily it was in the corner, and was a pretty small leak. I called maintenance and they came out to look at it, but he can't do much yet because there is still a lot of water and ice on the roof, so he can't see where the leak was coming from. There hasn't been any more water coming in, and he told me that there was another house where the hole caused the roof to collapse over their bed. Needless to say, we feel very fortunate. All in all it was a wonderful Valentine's Day.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Craftmaster Badge


Well, today I earned this pin. The Craftmaster Badge is a Navy decoration that is awarded to those personnel who have qualified as underway boat captains of U.S. Navy small vessels and support craft. I get to wear it on my left shirt pocket until it is hopefully replaced one day by a Command at Sea pin. It was really cold this morning, and super windy out. For what I was doing I had to be outside of the ship most of the time, and by the time I was done I could barely talk because my face was so numb from the cold. It felt like I had been to the dentist and had my mouth shot full of novacaine. Plus I am trying to get over a cold I got from Abby. But, all in all it was a good day!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Miss Independent


Like most kids her age, Abby loves to express her independence whenever she can. On a daily basis she picks out her underwear, socks, and pajamas. This was her wildest selection so far. She has stars on her shirt, flowers on her shorts, and hearts on her socks! She told me that it all matches because everything is pink. She wanted to wear shorts, so I told her she could as long as she wore socks because it is cold out. Of course she also has to put everything on herself, which isn't a big deal at night, but in the morning when I am trying to get to work it is another story.

She also has such a great imagination. She really loves Scooby Doo and she likes to pretend that we are all Mystery Inc. characters. It is cute because she decides who is who, and we have to call each other by that name, or else she reminds us of who we are. Most of the time she is Velma- her favorite next to Scooby! These glasses came with a little magic kit she has, but she immediately converted them to Velma glasses! Quintin doesn't like when he has to be Daphne and I'm Fred. He asks why can't he be Fred or Shaggy, and she says, "No Daddy. You Daphne!" Then we have to go around the house and find all of the ghosts and mummies. This is such a cute age.