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Leave No Man Behind. Ever.

Since I'm about to get on an airplane - I found this story of interest:

The Transportation Security Administration bagged a terrorist in Los Angeles International Airport Tuesday, or so they thought. Daniel Brown's name came up on their no-fly watchlist, so they dragged him into interrogation and grilled him, despite the protestations of Brown and his fellow travelers, who swore they could vouch for him.

Yep. The bureaucrats of the TSA (and I'm a former government employee who still gets a check from the government, I'm inclined to offer the benefit of the doubt - but I've had better interactions with the IRS and VA than I have TSA...) kept us safe - by holding up (and, since he's on the no-fly list, by implication, saying he can *never* fly) Staff Sergeant Daniel Brown, USMCR. The flight they stopped him on?

His return home to Minnesota with his Reserve MP unit. From 8 months in Iraq.

Mind you - he had orders, ID card, and was traveling *with* his unit. The story doesn't say - but I'm betting he was in uniform, too.

Y'know, I don't mind a little zealousness. I really don't. What drives me to distraction is mindless adherence to guidelines as an excuse for the avoidance of a tenth-of-a-degree temperature rise in their cranial cavity caused by a little rational analysis and decision-making. It just drives me crazy when confronted with full-of-their-power drones who fail to avail themselves of the joys of synaptic activity.

So, how did Staff Sergeant Brown find himself on the list? On his previous flight *out* to Iraq, he was discovered to have gunpowder residue on his... wait for it... combat boots. You know, those things we wear to the range when qualifying before we... deploy. To a combat zone. But hey, I guess he can leave, we'll just make sure he can't come back. Good grief. Here's a tack the Brady Campaign can use to harass gun owners. Get 'em on the no-fly list because they... use their legitimately-owned implements. But I digress.

Yet another story of mulish government employees not properly trained, equipped, and supervised (since the supervision suffers the same deficits, that's not likely to offer much improvement anyway) isn't really a story, is it?

This is.

Ultimately, the TSA screeners figured out that Brown really was a Marine, and no threat to his fellow passengers, and let him board a later flight. When he deplaned at MSP, his unit's bus was waiting -- his fellow Marines in it.

Marine 1st Sgt. Drew Benson explained why. "We don't leave anybody behind. We start together, and we finish together." All 26 Marines waited for Brown -- even though their families were waiting for them at a scheduled welcome-home bash at Fort Snelling.

Brown's mother Terry was glad they did. "They all come back together... no matter what it takes and I think that's very important," she told WCCO-TV.

Good on 'em. Hand Salute to 1SG Benson and his Marines. Semper Fi!

The whole, sad story is here, with a tip of the hat to one of the people who feeds my habit, John S.

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Castle Argghhh has the details on another brilliant coup by those staunch defenders of freedom, the TCA: "The Transportation Security Administration bagged a terrorist in Los Angeles International Airport Tuesday, or so they thought. Daniel Brown's nam... Read More

Castle Argghhh has the details on another brilliant coup by those staunch defenders of freedom, the TSA: "The Transportation Security Administration bagged a terrorist in Los Angeles International Airport Tuesday, or so they thought. Daniel Brown's nam... Read More

12 Comments

I love the outcome, and am outraged at the story. *morons*
 
Dittos, Tigger-Sis. My mind boggles at the stupidity. Do you suppose the no-fly list had the ranks/services listed along with their names? That would just put the cherry on top of the whipped cream, wouldn't it?
 
They don't call 'em Ridge's Retards for anything.
 
These are the same morons who were going to take The Medal from Joe Foss because it has sharp edges. Apparently, this would be the perfect job for trained gorillas.
 
I can't wait to go through security tonight. I wonder what they'll think of my baggage. It amazes me that we let illegals stroll across the border, but yet we have such stringent FAA guidelines now that you can't even crochet or do embroidery on airplanes. "Don't you DARE bring out the needles, lady... but if you want to stroll across the border, let me hold your bags for you and put my coat down over that mud puddle we call the Rio Grande" *morons*
 
I can't wait to go through security tonight. I wonder what they'll think of my baggage. Must resist. Must resist... Must RESIST! *wrapping 100 mph tape across mouth* *EVIL GRIN*
 
heh. At least I didn't say "hardware"!!
 
*Grabs FBL's tape and heads for moral highground* I am joining FBL today.
 
I use red tapeworms for fishbait. Twits. Were-Kitten, I knit and tat. I foresee that you and I will end up on a flight together, with our wooden needles and shuttles stuffed in our socks with size 80 thread, only to be told by some bureaucratic microbe that we could use the thread to strangle a flight attendant. Where is Jodie Foster when you need her? So....anyone going to go to the Maryland Sheep and Wool festival next month? Just asking.
 
LOL! Cricket, that's awesome. WK and Cricket, taking over the world, one strand at a time.... HA!
 
What the...? Had to make sure I wasn't reading The Onion.
 
Cheese Eating College Boy TINS: One of the most emberassing moments of my life is because of TSA. The Thanksgiving the year after 9/11 I went with Jess up to Oregon to have a weekend and dinner at her parents. Well, they wanted to take Jess shopping. Apparently, Jess's mom, weirdest kinda CAtholic I ever met, decided that her daughter needed man tempting sleepwear and they bought some(Jess don't need it. It's all about the present, not the wrapping paper.). The 'rents being the 'rents we get loaded down with about twice as much junk as we came with, or more appropriately, Jess gets loaded down with three time the amount of junk she came with. I pack everything of mine but a book into my suitcase and offer to take Jess' backpack, loaded to the brim, as my carryon so we don't get nailed for baggage fees. So the backpach goes thru the x-ray machine, and it gets flagged. They have to dig thru it with me standing there in PDX, and at the time it was right where everyone can see you. So I'm standing there, and what does the guy pull out? The man trapping undies. Stupid underwire. So here I am, 6'0 and 200lb man with the guy asking if the man trapping undies are mine infront of about 300 people while he holds them about chest height and out in front of him in plain view. I got the nickname the Easter Bunny for a reason. I blush the nicest shade of pink. Okay, so it's not the Cheif's TINS(or polished delivery), but hey, it's better than nothing.