Feral Jundi

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

War Art: Send It, by Duke

Filed under: War Art — Tags: , , , , — Matt @ 4:59 PM

     I stumbled upon this the other day and thought it was pretty cool. Duke will also do contract work for other stuff, if you like. Enjoy. –Head Jundi

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Send It Painting

 ‘Send it’ by Duke

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     In the Old Testament, within the book of First Samuel the fourteenth chapter, the young prince of Israel, Jonathan, spies an opportunity for havoc to be wreaked upon his enemies. He turns to his armor bearer, and says in the sixth verse; ‘Come, and let us go over unto the garrison of these uncircumcised: it may be that the LORD will work for us: for there is no restraint to the LORD to save by many or by few’, (Emphasis added).      

     His equal in both courage and fighting prowess, the young armor bearer replies without hesitation; ‘Do all that is in thine heart: turn thee; behold, I am with thee…’, (emphasis added).

     A better picture could not be painted to the outsider of the relationship of a sniper/observer team in the armed forces of the United States military.

     Men have recorded better written history and analysis of the military’s snipers, past and present, along with detailed descriptions of thier training, weaponry, equipment, feats and tactics than I ever could hope to describe. My deepest goal, however, is to capture an image -one that will speak the proverbial ‘thousand words’- and that, I pray, brands itself in your soul; for these professional young men do a job that consists of unspeakable odds, matchless professionalism, and fathomless courage.

     This project started in concept form in spring of 2007, when I happened to read an article about four Marine snipers of the 2nd Battalion, 4th Marine Regiment, who were savagely killed atop a rooftop in Ramadi, in June 2004. All had been shot multiple times, thier throats were cut, and thier weapons and equipment taken. As a son of a Marine, and as a free American, I was outraged by this. It wasn’t an anger that needed someone to blame -I knew who to blame; the ones who killed them. It was a sense of outrage, that if there was any concievable way that I, a civilian, could do something to equip, support, or encourage these young men who are in harm’s way (in every conceivable sense of the word), then I would do so.

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