I've said it before: I'm not a big fan of the Iraqi War, but I don't care for Cindy Sheehan's antics or attitude. "Narcissistic," Mark Shea has speculated, and I tend to agree with him. But she properly grieves the loss of a son who, this blogger says, was a great man:
Casey Sheehan [could] well be a saint. He was an altar boy as a youth, and served as a eucharistic minister for his fellow soldiers. On the day he died, he went to Mass, and when he got back he heard that the Mahdi Army had trapped a group of soldiers and were slowly picking them off, one by one. Specialist Sheehan volunteered to help rescue them.
He didn't have to go. He was a mechanic, and nobody ordered him on the mission. But he insisted on helping his comrades. Fanatic thugs ambushed his vehicle and murdered him and another soldier, Corporal Forest J. Jostes.
Specialist Sheehan and six other soldiers died that day, Palm Sunday, 2004. He was posthumously awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze Star for battlefield valor.
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