Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Navy SEAL gave his life for his comrades

Navy SEAL paid ultimate price to save buddies

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- When a grenade bounced off his chest and fell to the floor near his fellow troops, Petty Officer 2nd Class Michael Monsoor acted out of instinct.

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President Bush awards the parents of Michael Monsoor a posthumous Medal of Honor.

His actions didn't stem from a lack of training. His instant reaction was to protect his comrades.

The Navy says he committed a selfless act: jumping on the grenade and taking the full force of the blast.

President Bush presented Monsoor's parents with a posthumous Medal of Honor for their son at an emotional White House ceremony on Tuesday.

Bush quoted one of the SEALS saved by Mansoor as saying, "Mikey looked death in the face that day and said, 'You cannot take my brothers. I will go in their stead.'"

Monsoor was one of the U.S. military's most highly trained combatants, a Navy SEAL. He's the first SEAL to receive the Medal of Honor for actions in Iraq.

On September 29, 2006, Monsoor was part of a major clearing and isolating operation to root out enemy fighters holding parts of Ramadi, the Sunni insurgent stronghold west of Baghdad.

Monsoor was in a sniper position on a rooftop along with two other SEALs when a grenade flew into his location from out of nowhere. It bounced off his chest and landed in an area where it probably would have killed or seriously wounded all three of them.

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Monsoor was in a position to escape before the explosion but instead leapt on the grenade.

"He recognized immediately the threat, yelled 'grenade' and due to the fact that two other SEAL snipers, our brothers, could not possibly escape the blast, he chose to smother it with his body, absorbed the impact and lost his life in the process," said Lt. Cmdr. Seth Stone, Mansoor's platoon commander.

The blast did not kill him right away; he hung on for 30 minutes. His two comrades were wounded but survived the shrapnel that ripped through their bodies.

Stone said: "He essentially saved [the] Navy SEALS on the rooftop and three Iraqi soldiers who were there."

Until this month, when the White House announced that Monsoor would receive the Medal of Honor posthumously, few people knew of his story.

Born in 1981 in Long Beach, California, Monsoor excelled as a high school athlete. He joined the Navy before the September 11 attacks.

In 2004, Monsoor graduated from the basic SEAL training course as one of the top members of his class. By March 2005, he had completed his training and was assigned to SEAL Team 3, Delta Platoon.

In April 2006, that unit deployed to Iraq's troubled and violent western provincial capital of Ramadi. Monsoor would not return home alive.

His five-month stay in Ramadi was marked by constant attacks. As a heavy machine gunner, Monsoor had to stay behind the point man on foot patrols and protect the unit from attacks.

Delta Platoon was involved in attacks on 75 percent of its missions in a highly contested part of Ramadi called the Ma'laab district, according to the Navy.

On a patrol less than a month after arriving in Iraq, Monsoor showed some of his selfless instinct when gunfire hit a fellow SEAL in the leg.

Monsoor "ran out into the street with another SEAL, shot cover fire and dragged his comrade to safety while enemy bullets kicked up the concrete at their feet," according to Navy documents.

He received the Silver Star, the third highest award for valor in combat.

His unit continued to endure the constant barrage of attacks and some 35 firefights with insurgent forces over the scorching Iraqi summer.

Monsoor also was saddled with carrying heavy radio equipment on his back as the "SEAL communicator" who called in tank and other support during firefights.

He received the Bronze Star for his work as an adviser for Iraqi troops.

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"His leadership, guidance and decisive actions during 11 different combat operations saved the lives of his teammates, other [U.S.-led] coalition forces and Iraqi army soldiers," according to Navy documents.

But it was his instinct on his last operation on that Ramadi roof that solidified Monsoor's standing as a hero.

Monday, April 07, 2008

A church without walls?

Yesterday, the Puchong worship team led the worship in the Chinese service in Kota Damansara. A young (ahem) man from SEA Park preached there.

While I have no intention to take credit (in reality, I cannot. God is the one who allowed it to happen) I rejoiced and I was glad it did happen.

I have this crazy desire to see the various congregation working together. This we can see in the two annual combined celebrations, community projects like the Touch Centre, Touch Dialysis Centre, Pasar Malam ministry, the monthly combined youth celebration, etc. The recent 1st CBC Congress saw hundreds of CBC members from various centres congegrate for a wonderful time of worship, prayer and fellowship (not to mentioned good messages by Dr David Wang.)

But I desire more. The more I see people keeping to their own (that's THEIR ministry, I help when I can / want), touch not my flock, etc. the more I wanted to brigde the gap.

We always talk about establishing a church without walls. We want that, don't we? But how can we break the walls down for our community when we build strong walls AMONG ourselves?

The SEA Park English congregation are always willing to lend a hand as evident by the few occassions they loaned out their musicians to the SEA Park Chinese church. Puchong sent the entire worship team to help our Kota Damansara.

We have pastors, elders visiting different centres to preach. Can we not extend that to the worship team as well? I understand we want to bond with our own congregation but doing it once in a while will be refreshing to both the congregation and the worship team itself. And we certainly can blur lines that separates one congregation from another.

Together we stand. If we pool our resources, we can do even more things. Imagine if we all think the Tough Dialysis Centre as the project of Kota Damansara CBC. It may still work but it would have taken a lot more time and effort.

So, how to break the walls down?

For the first time ...

... we have four children staying over. Pastor Paul and Cindy are overseas for missions. Kelly and Caleb had stayed with us before in our old house. Chia Mei and Chia Ying with us for the first time.

... the Saturday evening group met in the Chinese church where we had all the facilities we wanted. The worship was not bad according to participants.

... the Saturday evening group had a Bible study focused on the book of Mark. One lesson down, 11 to go (for Part 1, another 12 in Part 2).

... we had a visitor, Jaime (sp?) who will play keyboard for us in the future. (Cool!) We are growing already. We are now one step closer to our goal of 20.

... I preached in Kota Damansara. I was asked to help when many leaders were away.

... Puchong, SEA Park joined Kota Damansara in a Sunday service. Desperate to get a worship leader and a musician (pianist or guitarist), I contacted sister Eva, who arranged for the whole team to come over. When I got the mic I said we had 3 congregations united in worship. We wanted to see multiple races doing the same thing. (Insert maniacal laughters by Mel C and Collin C here. I am not given that gift.)

... I was away from SEA Park CBC 2 weeks in a row

... I joined a meeting in progress ... with only 10 minutes left!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Stress Level = Medium

I ran a Stress Level Evaluation on FrankCovey.com. My Stress Level is Medium. I was advised to drink more water, sleep 20 minutes earlier (ha ha) and walk 30 minutes three times a week.

I see myself as the type that is too relaxed. Nothing much jolts me.

What scares me? Organized crime / triads / gangsters when I was in high school.

Other than that, I am generally not afraid of the sky or the earth. (That's a Chinese expression.)

I think I am also very perasan. I am very sensitive about people 'ignoring' me. I keep this to myself. And sometimes it takes a while to take away the feeling, whether is unfounded or otherwise.

Oh, yes. I think my heart (the one that pumps blood) is most strained when my wife is driving. More so when we are late. I'd normally close my eyes and talk to Jesus. I kid you not. She's good in driving. She never had any problem. In fact, there was once on the highway, the car in front of us hit the barrier in the middle and turned 180 degree and halted, facing us. She was driving. She pounded on the horn and stopped our car just in time. She later explained that the horn was to warn those cars behind us. If it wasn't for her quick reflexes and superb driving skills, Jesse would be alone today and you will not see this blog post while not leaving comments.

Ok, I'll try to sleep early today.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Do not park near a fire host

There is a field opposite my house. Before I moved here, I was thinking that I would go jogging or brisk walking there. It's a nice place. It is bustling with activities in the morning and the evenings.

My dad picks me to work every morning. There will be joggers and people doing exercises in the field. There is even a line dancing group.

I noticed that without failed, one champagne coloured Wira will park at the alley beside my house, NEAR the FIRE HOSE.

Being a person who tries very hard to follow the law and rules and guidelines, I cannot take it.

Here. Take a look. Other drivers will stay far away from the fire hose. Not this one. The plate number is WEF 1836. I could not dig up the relevant act or law against this. In US, it ranges from 5 to 20 feet depending on the city. Anyone knows what's the law on this in Malaysia?

This is not a case of being forced. Consider the following: