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02-04-07, 04:01 AM
Dad keeps vow to son: He won't be forgotten
Traveling memorial filled with prized possessions
By Trymaine Lee
The New York Times
Posted February 4 2007
NEW YORK · Carlos Arredondo leaned toward the coffin in the back of his pickup truck recently and renewed a promise to his dead son, one that he has kept for more than two years.
In a whisper, he vowed never to let his son's death be forgotten. He closed his eyes and slid his right hand across the American flag stretched over the coffin, his fingertips tumbling over each of its faded red stripes.
"This is my whole world," he said, facing the truck, his arms open wide. "This is my burden."
Arredondo, 46, stood on West 43rd Street in Times Square, shivering in the morning chill. His son, Lance Cpl. Alexander S. Arredondo, 20, was a Marine killed in Iraq in 2004 while fighting in Najaf.
Passers-by slowed or stopped to view Arredondo's mobile memorial: the coffin, filled with his son's prized possessions, and the green Nissan truck, each side adorned with poster-size photos of the young Marine. Some pictures show him smiling, his teeth bright white. Others show a machine-gun-toting warrior in battle gear. Another shows him lying dead at his funeral.
The display is sad, personal and emotionally jarring. But this is how Arredondo honors and mourns his son, who was a fire team leader in Battalion Landing Team 1/4, 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit (Special Operations Capable), 1st Marine Expeditionary Force. This is how Arredondo heals.
"As long as there are Marines fighting and dying in Iraq, I'm going to share my mourning with the American people," he said.
Arredondo, who lives in Boston, travels the country putting his sorrow on display. He accepts donations along the way. The coffin he takes with him holds some of his son's things: a soccer ball, a pair of his favorite shoes, a Winnie the Pooh. He also shows people his son's boots, uniform and dog tags.
Healing has been long and slow. First there was denial and self-destruction.
It all began on Aug. 25, 2004, Arredondo said, his 44th birthday. A government van eased in front of his home, then in Hollywood and three Marine officers in dress blues stepped out.
At first Arredondo thought it was his son making a surprise birthday visit. Instead, the officers told him that his son had been killed in a hail of gunfire after being trapped in a four-story hotel that his platoon had been clearing. They were surrounded by enemy fighters. It was his son's second tour of duty in Iraq.
As the officers told him what had happened, others were delivering the news to his former wife in Massachusetts.
"I just screamed," he said. "I said `No, no! It can't be my son.'"
Arredondo said he "lost it." He ran to his garage and grabbed a gallon of gasoline and a propane torch.
He took a sledgehammer and smashed the government van's windshield and hopped inside. As the officers tried to calm him, Arredondo doused himself and the van with gasoline and lit the torch.
There was an explosion, and the officers dragged Arredondo to safety. He suffered second- and third-degree burns over 20 percent of his body.
"I went to my son's funeral on a stretcher," he said.
After nearly 10 months of healing, including several in the hospital, Arredondo became a full-time war protester, quitting work as a handyman to remind people across the country of the human price of war.
His son was posthumously awarded a Purple Heart. But no commendation will fill the void he left behind.
"Every day we have GIs being killed, and people don't really care enough or do enough to protest about how the war is going," Arredondo said Wednesday. "Some people say I'm dishonoring my son by doing this, but this is my pain, my loss."
Ellie
Traveling memorial filled with prized possessions
By Trymaine Lee
The New York Times
Posted February 4 2007
NEW YORK · Carlos Arredondo leaned toward the coffin in the back of his pickup truck recently and renewed a promise to his dead son, one that he has kept for more than two years.
In a whisper, he vowed never to let his son's death be forgotten. He closed his eyes and slid his right hand across the American flag stretched over the coffin, his fingertips tumbling over each of its faded red stripes.
"This is my whole world," he said, facing the truck, his arms open wide. "This is my burden."
Arredondo, 46, stood on West 43rd Street in Times Square, shivering in the morning chill. His son, Lance Cpl. Alexander S. Arredondo, 20, was a Marine killed in Iraq in 2004 while fighting in Najaf.
Passers-by slowed or stopped to view Arredondo's mobile memorial: the coffin, filled with his son's prized possessions, and the green Nissan truck, each side adorned with poster-size photos of the young Marine. Some pictures show him smiling, his teeth bright white. Others show a machine-gun-toting warrior in battle gear. Another shows him lying dead at his funeral.
The display is sad, personal and emotionally jarring. But this is how Arredondo honors and mourns his son, who was a fire team leader in Battalion Landing Team 1/4, 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit (Special Operations Capable), 1st Marine Expeditionary Force. This is how Arredondo heals.
"As long as there are Marines fighting and dying in Iraq, I'm going to share my mourning with the American people," he said.
Arredondo, who lives in Boston, travels the country putting his sorrow on display. He accepts donations along the way. The coffin he takes with him holds some of his son's things: a soccer ball, a pair of his favorite shoes, a Winnie the Pooh. He also shows people his son's boots, uniform and dog tags.
Healing has been long and slow. First there was denial and self-destruction.
It all began on Aug. 25, 2004, Arredondo said, his 44th birthday. A government van eased in front of his home, then in Hollywood and three Marine officers in dress blues stepped out.
At first Arredondo thought it was his son making a surprise birthday visit. Instead, the officers told him that his son had been killed in a hail of gunfire after being trapped in a four-story hotel that his platoon had been clearing. They were surrounded by enemy fighters. It was his son's second tour of duty in Iraq.
As the officers told him what had happened, others were delivering the news to his former wife in Massachusetts.
"I just screamed," he said. "I said `No, no! It can't be my son.'"
Arredondo said he "lost it." He ran to his garage and grabbed a gallon of gasoline and a propane torch.
He took a sledgehammer and smashed the government van's windshield and hopped inside. As the officers tried to calm him, Arredondo doused himself and the van with gasoline and lit the torch.
There was an explosion, and the officers dragged Arredondo to safety. He suffered second- and third-degree burns over 20 percent of his body.
"I went to my son's funeral on a stretcher," he said.
After nearly 10 months of healing, including several in the hospital, Arredondo became a full-time war protester, quitting work as a handyman to remind people across the country of the human price of war.
His son was posthumously awarded a Purple Heart. But no commendation will fill the void he left behind.
"Every day we have GIs being killed, and people don't really care enough or do enough to protest about how the war is going," Arredondo said Wednesday. "Some people say I'm dishonoring my son by doing this, but this is my pain, my loss."
Ellie