Our mission is to raise money for the Wounded Warrior Project. We formed our 501C3 Corp. in 2009 and have held 3 tournaments since our inception. We have also helped several other tournaments; Mt. Pleasant, SC on Sept. 12 and an event scheduled for October near Charlotte, NC. If you would like a detailed look at all of the programs the Wounded Warrior Project has to offer our returning heroes, go to: www.woundedwarriorproject.org We are in the planning stages for our 2012 event, and as soon as we set the date and course location we will announce it here. We are looking forward to another great event and are working on some additions and also some improvements not only to the event, but also in our outreach. Please subscribe to follow us and stay informed. One of the changes we are in the midst of making is a complete re-design of our web presence, which you are looking at right now. Our site, here on WordPress will carry our domain name in the very near future: http://www.teeoffforeacause.org We will also have a page for donations and player registration, sponsorships, etc. so that you can take care of those functions on-line and with credit/debit card capability. SO STAY TUNED!
3rd Annual Tee Off Fore A Cause and the 1st CAMCA/Teee Off Fore A Cause Tournament are now in the books.
I’ll give you a little synopsis of our event at Indian Wells Golf Club on Aug. 26. We had a nice turnout, around 100 Golfers. Not enough to satisfy our committee members who will only be happy with a sell out of 144, but good in this economy. Considering the Myrtle Beach area has enough charity golf events to allow one to play at least 2 a week all year, we are holding our own. We drew golfers from GA, NY, NJ, NC, LA and of course the surrounding area. It was a very hot and humid morning which was great for our Shirt Sale (a lot of people put on a ‘dry’ shirt after the round). Caitlin Kane sang the National Anthem and I was first up after that and as always kept my remarks short. The young people in the AFJRROTC from Soccastee HS did a nice job presenting the colors, and our speakers COL (R) Dave Koleda USA and CPT (R) Joe Caley USA and an alumnus of the WOUNDED WARRIOR PROJECT started out the day sharing some of their thoughts with our golfers and volunteers. We teed it up at 9:30 and had a lot of fun. 3 Closest To The Pins were awarded, Long Drive, Straight Drive and Teams placing 1 through 5 earned prizes. We drew a random team from the remaining “non-winners” and presented them with US Flags. Our volunteers did a great job running the raffle and Mulligan sales and we had a 50-50 to top it all off. Thanks to our Social Media Director Dorien Morin for doing an exemplary job on the raffle, and managing that part of the day. It takes a lot of work and organization when there are over 75 prizes to bag up and hand out. This was our first year having a DJ who acted as MC and provided music, video and sound services. I can’t say enough about the great job Dennis Hubbell did in this role. He kept it all together for us. Dick Lummus and Ed Kane handed out the awards at the post round lunch.
Rank and organization: Sergeant,
U.S. Army, Company E, 2d Battalion, 8th Cavalry, 1st Cavalry Division.
Place and date: Tay Ninh province, Republic of Vietnam, 1 April 1970.
Entered service at: Tawas City, Mich.
Born: 5 June 1950,
For conspicuous gallantry and
intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty.
Sgt. Lemon (then Sp4c.), Company E, distinguished himself while serving as an
assistant machine gunner during the defense of Fire Support Base Illingworth.
When the base came under heavy enemy attack, Sgt. Lemon engaged a numerically
superior enemy with machinegun and rifle fire from his defensive position until
both weapons malfunctioned. He then used hand grenades to fend off the
intensified enemy attack launched in his direction. After eliminating all but 1
of the enemy soldiers in the immediate vicinity, he pursued and disposed of the
remaining soldier in hand-to-hand combat. Despite fragment wounds from an
exploding grenade, Sgt. Lemon regained his position, carried a more seriously
wounded comrade to an aid station, and, as he returned, was wounded a second
time by enemy fire. Disregarding his personal injuries, he moved to his position
through a hail of small arms and grenade fire. Sgt. Lemon immediately realized
that the defensive sector was in danger of being overrun by the enemy and
unhesitatingly assaulted the enemy soldiers by throwing hand grenades and
engaging in hand-to-hand combat. He was wounded yet a third time, but his
determined efforts successfully drove the enemy from the position. Securing an
operable machinegun, Sgt. Lemon stood atop an embankment fully exposed to enemy
fire, and placed effective fire upon the enemy until he collapsed from his
multiple wounds and exhaustion. After regaining consciousness at the aid
station, he refused medical evacuation until his more seriously wounded comrades
had been evacuated. Sgt. Lemon’s gallantry and extraordinary heroism, are in
keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great
credit on him, his unit, and the U.S. Army.
Reprinted from Congressional Citation
“THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.” Thomas Paine wrote this in his pamphlet The Crisis published in December 1776. Where are all of you who proudly slapped a Yellow Ribbon Magnet on their car in 2001? Where are all of you who flew your flags that day? Where are all of you who on May 1st were extolling the skill and daring of our special operators when they killed Bin Laden? I can tell you personally, that during that 10 year period, I did meet alot of you who “talked the talk”. SUPPORT OUR TROOPS is a catchphrase, just that a catchphrase. Less than 1% of our population serves this country in the military. When I ask people to support our efforts to raise money for our wounded warriors, most say what a great cause, they deserve it, blah, blah, blah…”I’ll get back to you, Let me look over the information”, some do something about it. Some donate, some write a check, some participate in our golf tournament. I know and understand the financial times we live in, the economy sucks. But it won’t cost you anything to make this promise to me and yourself. The next time you see a veteran or a soldier simply thank him/her.
Several weeks ago, I was reading through our local paper the Sun News. I saw an ad for the Little River Open, a golf tournament to raise money for the Little River Chamber of Commerce. What caught my eye was their offer of Tee Sponsorships that gave a business owner a chance to ‘meet and greet’ golfers as they came to the tee. As I am obsessed with selling out our tournament, I called the director, explained our mission and she was totally on-board with us coming up to try and get golfers interested in Tee Off Fore A Cause. So we struck a deal, she was gracious since we are a charity, and we agreed to come up and be “Official” Witnesses on one of the “Hole In One” Par 3′s.
I asked Dave Ognek, our treasurer, to come up with me and armed with tournament info and Wounded Warrior Project Pins we set out early that saturday morning for Eagle Nest GC in Little River. We had a great time meeting the golfers that played that morning and if all promises hold true, we should get 6 Foursomes to come to our event, maybe more. We did not see anything close to a Hole In One, but we met a lot of great people and left seeing the value of offering “LIVE” Tee Sponsorships. So, borrowing the idea we are offering “LIVE” Tee Sponsorships at our 3rd Annual Tee Off Fore A Cause. For $150 investment, you can come out and ‘meet and greet’ all of our golfers. You can hand out promotional items, literature or just sell yourself. You also get to enjoy the Pig Pickin’ after the Tournament ends.
I don’t know if this idea is original to the Little River Chamber of Commerce and their staff, but whoever thought it up gets our thanks. Come on out, have some fun with us, help raise money for The WOUNDED WARRIOR PROJECT and do a little business networking at the same time.
The Truth about John Walker Lindh By Robert Young Pelton John Walker Lindh aka John Walker aka Suleiman Ferris aka Abdul Hamid aka The American Taliban is a person that I will mostly likely to be associated for some time to come. I am sure on my obituary there will be a bombastic note that I was “the journalist who “discovered” Lindh after the battle at Qali Jangi” (the afghans have that dubious honor). Many have told me that Lindh’s story was a big deal back in the States. I will never know as I was in Afghanistan covering combat operations with in the ongoing war against the Taliban for CNN. I will never have the chance to the get the full impact of finding an American professing his love for the Taliban. To me Lindh was just an unpleasant arrogant kid who preferred to stay with his murdering friends. He was in the fact, the second Irish-American Jihadi I have met and interviewed. The first one was a one-legged psychopath who had been trained in the same camps and had fought in Kashmir, Kosovo, Bosnia, Chechnya and Liberia gave me his opinion. When I called him to discuss Lindh’s hejira, Aqil Collins simply called Lindh “a pussy”. When I returned from Afghanistan I was quite aware of the outrage he had caused. I only did interviews in which I spoke positively about Lindh in a deliberate effort not to influence his pending case. Privately I warned his lawyers to keep me off the witness stand because I would send their little Johnny to prison. Wisely Lindh copped a plea and I was spared months of inconvenience. Some people wanted a trial to get to the bottom of Lindh’s nefarious activities, among them the grieving family of Mike Spann. Lindh’s plea bargain denied them and the country of that truth finding. So it was left to me to set the record straight. My decades of travels with jihadis and terrorists, my time with both the Taliban leadership, the Northern Alliance aka the United Front, Dostum’s forces and and based on my time spent during and after talking to the players involved with Qali Jangi leads me to believe that I am uniquely qualified to pass judgment on Lindh and to accurately describe who he was and what he was doing there. Now that Lindh’s father has decided to wrongly blame me for his son’s misery and seek clemency under false pretences, I feel its time to reveal the truth. Quite simply in my opinion, Lindh was a terrorist, a member of what we call al qaeda and a man who chose to stay with killers even though he was afforded numerous opportunities to separate himself from his murderous associates. Twenty years in jail may be a blessing compared to how many of his friends have been dealt with since. Frank Lindh cannot be blamed for the emotions behind his need to reinvent history or doing what he can to get his son out of jail. But he is lying. His son did not “love America”, he fought for bin Laden against us, his son is not “honest”, he lied to his parents and others. His son is not a “decent” young man; he trained to be a murderer. His son went to kill strangers in a stranger land. A spiritual quest? What part of grenades and AK 47’s can be described as spiritual? What part of patriotism is eating bin Laden’s food, listening to Usama’s droning hate-filled speeches against America and sitting obediently within strangling distance of our greatest single enemy? To think that the American public is that stupid is an insult. John Walker Lindh was an Arab speaking member of bin Laden’s terror legions. He called it Al Ansar (the correct term) we call them al Qaeda. He was never a member of the Taliban. Why because Lindh only spoke Arabic and English he would have been useless in a combat situation among Pashto or Dari speaking troops. I have seen Taliban ID cards and spent time with bin Laden’s “055 Brigade, “al Ansar” members and al qaeda. Lindh was exactly the person we were trying to kill in Afghanistan and now around the world. An educated, idealistic young Muslim who chose murder of innocent people as his path in life. He is no different that Mohamed Atta, Zarqawi or thousands of other terrorists that come from nice middle class families. The elder Lindh would have us believe that somehow America supported what his son and bin laden did at one time. Pure invention. Osama bin Laden never received any US CIA funding, he channeled Saudi money into what was then called the Office of Services and then into his own ventures. Yes the Taliban were mujahids but their draconian regime and support of bin laden made them pariahs long before Lindh went there. Later in the post Soviet era of Afghanistan the CIA would pay Massoud money to try and kill Bin Laden. John Lindh went there to kill the members of Massouds’ fighters. When the war broke out there was no clearer distinction of “with us or against us” than the forces of bin laden and the Taliban against the combined Afghan forces we called “the Northern Alliance. Lindh was on Bin Laden's side against us. Period. End of conversation. I agree with Frank Lindh that perhaps his son’s timing sucked. Johnny's perverse need to run around Afghanistan looking to murder other Muslims would not have been that big a deal pre 9/11. Once he and his Arab jihadi friends heard on their BBC short-wave radio broadcasts that the US was coming…Well only the dumbest or the most resolutely criminal were going to stay for what was going to be a high tech, high ordnance ass whupping. Lindh chose to stay. He watched America’s B52 contrails in the sky, he felt the destruction American bombs dealt his friends and yet he stayed with his terrorist friends. When he fled to Kunduz he again chose to stay with his murdering friends and when a small group of foreign jihadis was chosen for a Hail Mary suicide mission to nearby Mazar i Sharif. Lindh was on board. What you say? I thought poor Abdul Hamid (Lindh's “jihad” name) was fleeing his evil master and seeking help. No. The group of around 460 jihadis that left Kunduz towards Mazar i Sharif were on their way to link up with Mullah Dadullah (now the leader of the Taliban military) in Balkh (just west of Mazar) and then attack the city while the US and Afghan forces were tied up in Kunduz monitoring the surrender. Yes, thousands of fighters did surrender peacefully but Lindh again chose to associate with a rag tag group of die-hards led by one of bin Laden’s lieutenants; Abdul Aziz, as well as the hardest core terrorists that comprised Saudi, Uzbek, Iraqi, Russian, Sudanese, Yemeni and Pakistani jihadis. This group was stopped heading west early in the morning and had an armed standoff with afghan and US forces. (Yes Lindh’s group was fully armed during their purported “surrender” and they had no good reason to explain why they not going east towards Pakistan). The stand off was tense until bombers appeared overhead. Dostum drove by on his way to Kunduz and told them to be disarmed and taken to his garrison called Qali Jangi. Lindh during that entire time was within feet of western journalists and US forces and could have simply identified himself as an American. But he chose to stay in the company of killers. Lindh also knew that his cohorts were still secretly armed with pistols, rifles and even grenades tied by shoelaces and dangling around their groin area. A place where they knew Afghans dare not pat down. The Uzbek terrorists among Lindh’s group were ecstatic. Qali Jangi was where they had trained under the Taliban and the storage rooms of garrison were literally overflowing with weapons confiscated and stored by the Taliban. Upon arrival one of the Uzbeks immediately killed himself with a grenade while trying to murder what he thought was Dostum. It was Dostum's Intel officer (who survived) and a Hazara general was killed. This event was filmed and once again, despite the presence of western media and the casual atmosphere (prisoners were even being interviewed by CNN and others), Lindh refused to identify himself or ask for help. Terrified and outnumbered by the false surrender the Afghan guards (there were only about 100 guards for the 460 prisoners) pushed the killers down into the basement of a fortified schoolhouse until they could be searched in the morning. That night in the cramped five-room basement there was an angry and desperate argument among the prisoners. The Saudis and Uzbeks planned an attack; they just needed a diversion to get to the weapons stored a few yards from the pink schoolhouse. The Pakistanis wanted to just surrender and go home. According to the survivors I interviewed, Lindh was an Arab speaking al qaeda member and had full knowledge of this discussion and he has yet to admit which path he was going to choose. Some insist that Lindh was among the main proponents of this violent action. I was not in that basement so I don’t know what happened. What I do know is that Lindh’s actions the next day would provide the damning answer. The next morning two CIA officers went to Qali Jangi to interview the prisoners. Mike Spann and Dave Tyson arrived in separate vehicles. Tyson spoke a number of languages but Spann only spoke English. The prisoners were brought up one at a time. They were searched, bound with their turbans and then marched into lines inside the southern courtyard. Spann walked up and down the lines of prisoners. He asked an Iraqi mechanic who spoke English if there were any other prisoners who spoke English. The Iraqi pointed out the “Irishman”. Lindh had been told to say he was Irish in the camps to avoid problems. Spann had Lindh brought over away from the main group and put out a blanket for him. Spann and Tyson tried to talk to Lindh. Mike even calls him "Irish". Away from his peers Lindh just stares down. Mike pleads with Lindh to talk. Lindh remains hostile and silent. Spann and Tyson play a clumsy game of “good cop, bad cop”. But one thing is clear; they offer Lindh a way out. Lindh is alone with two of his fellow countrymen with full knowledge of the violence that is about to happen. He says nothing. If there was ever one moment that will define one man and damn another this was it. Lindh is put back into the lineup, and Mike Spann will die in the next few minutes as Uzbeks rush up from the basement, yelling Allahhuakbar detonate hidden grenades. The fighting begins. Lindh has once again has been given a clear choice between right and wrong and once again. He makes that clear choice again. It is not known what Lindh and his fellow terrorists did for the next few days while fighting raged and Mike Spann’s still body lay there with two AK 47 bullet holes through his head - one straight down, and one from left to right. When the Afghan Commander Fakir used pleading, threats, then finally flame, explosions and flooding, to roust the killers, the first person that came up to negotiate on behalf of the jihadis was John Walker Lindh. The same murderous group that had shot and killed a clearly identified elderly Red Cross worker who went down to look for bodies a week earlier. I had asked Dostum to bring me the prisoners. I wanted to interview and meet these men. At around midnight after Lindh and his 85 friends surrendered, two open trucks showed up filled with shivering, screaming jihadis. One truckload was unloaded in front of me. I photographed and talked to the men while a group of Special Forces soldiers watched from a distance, their guns at the ready. This was not the first false surrender they had suffered. One truck was full of moaning and crying men. Way in the back sat John Walker Lindh. He slowly hides from view in my series of photographs. Once he had a chance to identify himself and surrender but he chose to stay in the company of killers A few minutes later Dostum’s cameraman runs into the living room and says there is an American. He shows me an image of Lindh repeating his name” John” on his Panasonic camera. My first impression is that whoever this American is, he needs help. Fast. I ask the Special Forces medic if he will bring his medical bag and come with me. We jump into a truck and I along with my cameraman and some SF team members go into the triage room. The doctor is whacking Lindh on the head trying to talk to him. I motion for the doctor to back off and ask if I can ask the questions. I clearly identify myself to Lindh as working for CNN. Frank Lindh ignores the fact that all my initial questions are about his son’s health and if he wanted to contact his loved ones. Lindh Jr (who called himself "Abdul Hamid" and "John Walker" repeatedly states that he is not. I move him to a private room so the medic can examine him properly. Downstairs the doctors hate these people. They have just murdered their compatriots in cold blood there will be no pity for the men left downstairs. They are all now dead or in Gitmo. Lindh will be the lucky one. Upstairs Lindh and despite our attempts to improve his condition, he was yet again rude, arrogant and unhelpful. I still press him for someone to contact. He refuses. He is being given gentle medical care by a US medic who was busy killing his murderous friends a few days earlier. There is a myth that morphine somehow forces Lindh to talk. But his statements (some of them true and some of them false) begin and flow without my help. He is consistent in his love the the Taliban and his cause. I clearly identify to Lindh when he is given morphine (happy juice) and I ask no leading questions. My interest is simply understand who is he is and how he got there. In fact the reason Lindh talks to me is because he senses that I know about jihad, Muslims and his cause. He even asks me if I am a Muslim. I know jihadis and I know jihad. On tape I ask him if it is Ok for Muslims to kill other Muslims. He brushes me off saying the Koran deals with this. Finally I ask him what he thinks of his condition and decisions. He is unrepentant. Despite his attitude and affections for killers. I left Lindh tea and cookies and once again ask him if he wants to contact his parents. He refuses. Finally, I turn off my camera and tell him to sleep. Consulting with the doctor and concerned that he could be killed by revengeful Afghans, I decide to take him home with me for his own safety. One of the Special Forces soldiers, fresh from three weeks in combat, gives up his room so that Lindh could sleep in his bed. The next morning Lindh is taken to the Turkish School, rested, fed, attended to and dressed in a clean pair of pajamas and out of my control. I know what happened to Lindh after that because I met some of the Marines that did it. He could have suffered much worse. His parents have never thanked me. For an entire month I called Lindh’s parents and lawyers to provide the details of his capture and events surrounding the uprising. Brosnahan tried to cajole me and then threatened me sputtering about how the courtroom would be a dangerous place for me. His parents refused to take my calls or call me back but his mother had time to chastise a gossip columnist for criticizing her relationship with her lawyer. During Lindh’s 15 minutes of fame, I respected my responsibility as a working journalist for CNN and did nothing that would influence his case. Despite my dark knowledge I told his lawyers to keep me out of it. They played games and and I fought my court appearance knowing full well that they would characterize me as a spy and I would bring out information that would put Lindh away for a very long time. They wasted $64,000 of CNN’s legal money and worked the media to present me as a greedy story hungry freelancer. The truth is I have made no additional money from Lindh’s story (other than my standard day rate for CNN) and never will. Now that Lindh’s father is now blaming me for his son’s “exculpatory” interview and has restarted his negative spin, the gloves are off. The truth will prevail. I don’t think about the evening of December 1 2001 that much. I continue to cover conflict and the actors within but on a recent motorcycle trip from the east coast to the west coast, I found myself passing through Victorville close to where "Johnny Taliban" is staying. The cold dirty wind and high mountain air reminded me of Afghanistan. I thought about Lindh, felt the air on my face and wondered how lucky Lindh is to be still alive. A privilege that Mike Spann, a real hero and American patriot will never have due to John Walker Lindh’s duplicity. So for Mike’s sake, don't let Frank Lindh's PR and legal campaign change the fact that his son was the exactly the kind of person that fly aircraft into buildings, blow up American troops in Iraq and kill innocent Muslims on their "spiritual journey" to paradise. He was and is a terrorist. To hell with John Walker Lindh and his murderous ilk. They have done nothing to advance the cause of Muslims and they have caused a world of heartbreak in their arrogant pursuit of senseless death. To support Frank Lindh’s naïve, self-serving and false view of his son’s motivation and actions furthers that dark vision. This piece was written by Robert Pelton.
This is a post about the book Zarqawi’s Ice Cream, written by Andrew Goldsmith a young SGT my son, 1LT Michael Kane served with in the 1-68, 3rd BCT, 4th ID (Mechanized) in the slums around Sadr City, Baghdad.
A view into the life of the Infantry; misery, pain, violence, boredom, loneliness… Had the honor of serving with the author, Andrew Goldsmith. If you’ve ever wondered what your buddies overseas were going through, what they were thinking, you should pick this up. May give you some insight into a world that most Americans have no idea exists, or maybe just choose to ignore… Michael Kane