Remembering Marc Alan Lee



From the Desk of Debbie Lee

August 2nd 2006 was a day that forever changed my life that was the day we were notified that my son Marc Alan Lee had been killed in action. He was the first Navy SEAL killed in Iraq. As you can imagine that is the most devastating news a parent could receive.

We started to receive phone calls from Marc’s teammates in Ramadi and learned of his heroic actions that day.

They had been in an intense firefight for 2 hours in extreme temperatures of 115-120 degrees. In 2006 Ramadi was where the majority of our casualties were coming from. Marc’s teammates said “It was the worst piece of real estate over there,” or “the hell whole of Iraq.”

Marc carried the big gun, the M-60 so he carried anywhere from 150-180 lbs in addition to his own weight.

How you fight for that long, in those temperatures, carrying that weight is beyond my ability to comprehend.

There were 4 SEALs on the roof top, Marc’s buddy Ryan had been severally wounded and they could tell by looking at him it didn’t look good. Two of the SEALs quickly dropped to their knees to help Ryan, Marc made the choice to stand up into the direct line of fire, hoping the enemy would focus on him, and that the medic would be able to sneak up to the roof.

He successfully got up there, took one look at Ryan and said “We need to get him out of here immediately or there is no chance for survival.” A second time Marc made the choice to stand up in the direct line of fire hoping to lay down some suppressive fire so they could get down off of the roof.

They all successfully got down and Medevac’d Ryan out and headed back to the base, which I am proud to tell you was named Camp Marc Lee in his memory. They began to take off their gear and get some water to refresh themselves when the Chief came in and told them they had just found 30 of the insurgents who just attacked them. Without hesitation Marc said “Roger that let’s go get’em!”

They headed back into Ramadi and cleared several houses and went into the last house Marc would be in. They cleared the bottom of the house and started up the stairs when they heard Marc yell “On Me,” Which meant I’ve got the lead on this one, you guys follow me. As they went up the stairs they drew fire and for the last and final time Marc made the choice to stand into the line of fire, willingly giving his life to give the gift of life to his teammates.

Marc was awarded the Silver Star, Bronze star w Valor, Purple Heart and numerous other commendations for his heroism.

I had no choice the news that was given to me that day, but I did have a choice how I responded. I made the choice to put on Marc’s boots, pick up his weapon and stay in the fight for our troops and the families of the fallen. I have dedicated my life to those who pay the price for the freedoms I enjoy every day.

Thank you to each and every one of you who have served and are serving, you are America’s Real Heroes! Thank you to the patriots who will stand with me to make sure our troops and their sacrifice is never forgotten.

God bless,

Debbie Lee
Gold Star Mother of Marc Alan Lee
Spokesperson and Military Liaison
Move America Forward


Marc’s Last Letter Home

Glory is something that some men chase and others find themselves stumbling upon, not expecting it to find them. Either way it is a noble gesture that one finds bestowed upon them. My question is when does glory fade away and become a wrongful crusade, or an unjustified means by which consumes one completely?

I have seen war. I have seen death, the sorrow that encompasses your entire being as a man breathes his last. I can only pray and hope that none of you will ever have to experience some of these things I have seen and felt here.

I have felt fear and have felt adrenaline pump through my veins making me seem invincible. I will be honest and say that some of the things I have seen here are unjustified and uncalled for. However for the most part we are helping this country. It will take more years than most expect, but we will get Iraq to stand on its own feet.

Most of what I have seen here I will never really mention or speak of, only due to the nature of those involved. I have seen a man give his food to a hungry child and family. Today I saw a hospital that most of us would refuse to receive treatment from. The filth and smell would allow most of us to not be able to stand to enter, let alone get medicine from. However you will be relieved to know that coalition forces have started to provide security for and supply medicine and equipment to help aid in the cause.

I have seen amazing things happen here; however I have seen the sad part of war too. I have seen the morals of a man who cares nothing of human life…I have seen hate towards a nation’s people who has never committed a wrong, except being born of a third world, ill educated and ignorant to western civilization. It is not everybody who feels this way only a select few but it brings questions to mind. Is it ok for one to consider themselves superior to another race?

Surprising we are not a stranger to this sort of attitude. Meaning that in our own country we discriminate against someone for what nationality they are, their education level, their social status. We distinguish our role models as multimillion dollar sports heroes or talented actors and actresses who complain about not getting millions of dollars more then they are currently getting paid.

Our country is a great country, don’t get me wrong on this, otherwise none of us would be living there. My point of this is how can we come over here and help a less than fortunate country without holding contempt or hate towards them if we can’t do it in our country. I try to do my part over here, but the truth is over there, United States, I do nothing but take.

Ask yourself when was the last time you donated clothes that you hadn’t worn out. When was the last time you paid for a random stranger’s cup of coffee, meal or maybe even a tank of gas? When was the last time you helped a person with the groceries into or out of their car?

Think to yourself and wonder what it would feel like if when the bill for the meal came and you were told it was already paid for.

More random acts of kindness like this would change our country and our reputation as a country.

It is not unknown to most of us that the rest of the world looks at us with doubt towards our humanity and morals.

I am not here to preach or to say look at me, because I am just as at fault as the next person. I find that being here makes me realize the great country we have and the obligation we have to keep it that way.

The 4th has just come and gone and I received many emails thanking me for helping keep America great and free. I take no credit for the career path I have chosen; I can only give it to those of you who are reading this, because each one of you has contributed to me and who I am.

However what I do over here is only a small percent of what keeps our country great. I think the truth to our greatness is each other. Purity, morals and kindness, passed down to each generation through example. So to all my family and friends, do me a favor and pass on the kindness, the love, the precious gift of human life to each other so that when your children come into contact with a great conflict that we are now faced with here in Iraq, that they are people of humanity, of pure motives, of compassion.

This is our real part to keep America free! HAPPY 4th Love Ya

Marc Lee

P.S. Half way through the deployment can’t wait to see all of your faces


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