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04
Jun
14

this is the law of combat (and boy does she make it plain)

PFC Jay Kimbrough circa 1969 - Vietnam

USMC PFC Jay Kimbrough circa 1967 – Vietnam

(Editor’s note: Written and submitted originally on Memorial Day, Jay is still recovering – slowly but improving daily. More blogs to come after a hiatus, thanks for all the kind notes!)

A friend to me and to countless others suffered a bad motorcycle accident somewhere on the road to Bryan, Texas last Friday. This is no ordinary man, a decorated Marine who always referred to himself as, “Private First Class.” As a matter of fact, he once told me that his life was never as simple as it was when he was a young PFC. I know as hard as those days were for him, you could still see that certain longing in his eyes that is present in most all who served as he had. I saw it every time he spoke of those days, and honestly that was not very often.

Jay Kimbrough is recovering in a Bryan hospital still today, and slow as it is – it’s not the first time he’s been broken. As a PFC in the Marine Corps way back in the late 60’s, the chopper Jay was riding in was shot down in a dank jungle in Vietnam. He survived the crash but was in heavy enemy territory. Having been shot down and now shot-up, things were looking pretty dire. However, a fellow Texan had other plans and after saving Jay’s life among others that day, the Texan was awarded the Silver Star. Those two were reunited 30 years later right here in Texas incidentally, a great story for another time.

Kimbrough, JayWell, old Jay made it back of course and the rest is history, he went on to become a lawyer in the USMC Judge Advocate Division and later the Bee County Judge in South Texas. He went on to serve the state at many leadership capacities and developed a reputation for his ability to not just fix problems, but also clean up entire state agencies.

Well respected by governors, legislators and statewide elected officials alike, Jay is a tremendous Texan, a proud patriot and formidable leader. Jay is also still fighting for his life this Memorial Day.

When he reads this he going to be some kind of ticked that it sounds like a eulogy but Jay my friend, it’s not that – not by a long shot. Honestly, I haven’t seen or talked to Jay in months, but the lessons I learned from him during our time working together are never far from my mind.

It was one of those days sitting across from one another in a small charter aircraft somewhere over Texas that he told me of a poem that he has never been able to get out of his head. One he read in Leatherneck magazine while also on an plane – but at that time flying from the United States over to Asia against the backdrop of a cold blue ocean and into the unknown that lie ahead as a newly minted 19-year-old US Marine.

He spoke fondly of how the poem defined his own struggles, his own story – but admittedly the same as countless other Marines, Sailors and Soldiers who were sent overseas. I was enthralled that such a written piece existed that having read only on one day, all those years ago could leave such a lasting impression. It was clear to me that poem haunted him, still some 30 years later.  I knew right then exactly what I had to do.

Well after a few weeks of searching I found it.  Jay had given me just enough.  I knew the magazine name and the time of his deployment.  I figured that’s all I needed and sure enough – there it was, volume 50, issue 11, starting on page 66 of the November 1967 issue of Leatherneck magazine – The Law of Combat, by Ralph E G Sinke Jr.

Now those who know the hard-charging, Harley riding, knife-toting, f-bomb dropping “PFC” Jay Kimbrough best, will not agree with what I am about to say next.  But Jay’s response to me telling him I have that poem was the closest thing to an emotional reaction that I would venture to say that most anybody had ever seen from ole Jay.

Courtesy of the Dallas Morning News

Courtesy of the Dallas Morning News

I had never seen the relief on his face before or since.  I was so happy to find something my friend has long wanted that the reaction was certainly reward enough.  Jay took it further of course and retold me the story how the words stuck in his head all these years later and how he had ached to read them – and so he did.  Like he was sitting on that plane to Asia all over again.

This Memorial Day, by God’s grace we wont be memorializing my friend Jay.  However, he and his family could sure use your prayers.   As for me, I will think of him and the many like him that cannot be with their families this weekend.  I hope to catch a few good John Wayne war movies and think about those many sacrifices that were made by so many men and women called into service.

In the Texas Capitol  - photo courtesy of www.statesman.com

In the Texas Capitol – photo courtesy of http://www.statesman.com

Going back to the time when this great state was struggling to become Texas – to the flooded trenches, poppy fields, hedgerows, black sand beaches, rice patties and cold rock ravines of later times.  You name the place, if liberty and freedom was on the menu – American blood was shed to solidify the ground once again…new blood over old, new tears over sweat.  And we all should swell up with pride on this day and every day frankly, even more so knowing that should the call come tonight – we will answer it. We always do, it is the law of combat and PFC Jay Kimbrough knows it too well.

“…The bullets whine and search,And snarl about their ears,And as each man fires back,He blazes through his fears.Now a fire team rushes forward,

In a blazing, raging wedge,

And the choking screams of wounded men,

Sets every tooth on edge.

Then suddenly it is over;

And Stillness reigns as Queen;

No sound is there to tell of death,

Yet still, there’s the blood’s red gleam.

Now comes the time to report,

To the stalwart leaders who’ve led,

Now is the time to count,

Your wounded and dying and dead.

And you look old Death in the eye,

And you know how stern is his sway,

And the hurt that builds up inside you,

Is of a million years and a day.

But you have a job to do,

And you do it without knowing how,

Who gives a damn for eternity?

For you, all-time is now.

The choppers have taken the wounded, and

There comes a stabbing of sorrows,

They’re alien, strange, yet you know,

They’ll be with you for all your tomorrows.

And then comes the piercing pain,

Of a grief that bludgeons you dumb,

And you long for the warm wet wash,

Of tears that will not come.

But this is the law of Combat,

God, how she makes it plain,

Once you have come through my borders,

You’ll not be the same again.

If once you enter my fearsome fold,

If you’ve the guts to endure my ways,

I’ll make you a changed but stronger man,

For now and the rest of your days.

She calls the strongest of spirit,

Those who thrive in battle’s red rage,

The bravest, the toughest, the greatest,

Men from a Viking age.

If you have the fine-fierce fiber,

She’ll steel your heart and your brain,

Yes, this is the law of Combat,

And God; how she makes it plain.”

 

–Excerpt from THE LAW OF COMBAT

Ralph E.G Sinke Jr., Leatherneck

Copyright Marine Corps Association Nov 1967




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