I simply couldn't bear to write this or even read about it until today:
The Navy SEAL and Navy Cross Recipient medically retired because of grievous wounds sustained in Afghanistan, is somewhere right now, hopefully not alone (but probably is) trying to quiet the terrible rage in his soul and the grief that overwhelms him.
0100 hours, April 1: Luttrell was instantly awake at the distinctive report of gunfire close by... a sound he knew as well as his own name.
Quickly he swept and cleared his home, checking on his mother, the heft of his 9mm auto-loader no doubt familiar and reassuring.
The Houston Chronicle reported: he then "...bolted out the door, where he found dead his beloved Dasy, a Labrador retriever given to him to help him recover from his own wounds and the loss of his fellow SEAL comrades."
“'I could tell she tried to get away because there was a blood trail. When I saw she was dead, the only thing that popped into my head was, I’ve got to take these guys out.’”
Despite just being released the hospital after another round of surgery for his wounds, Luttrell crawled under a fence, skirted a ditch, and using darkness and available cover, worked his way to within 25 yards of four men in a sedan who apparently killed his dog on a whim with a .357.
Luttrell said they were oblivious as he raised his 9mm pistol, it's luminous sights center mass on one of the four who had no idea his death was just a few pounds of trigger pull away.
But as the car pulled away, he didn’t fire.
He ran back to his truck and pursued the sedan at speeds up to 100 mph through three counties while maintaining an open line to the 911 dispatcher.
“I told them, ‘You need to get somebody out here because if I catch them I’m going to kill them,’” he told the operator.
The murderers were finally stopped by the Onalaska Police Department, and the Texas Rangers arrived almost immediately. Luttrell leapt from his truck and immediately confronted the men.
"Which one of you guys killed my dog?" he said. “They started talking smack.”
As the Texas Rangers led the subhumans to patrol cars, one of them foolishly, suicidally, threatened Marcus' life.
“When we get out, we’re coming for you next. First it was your dog. It’s going to be you next."
“Excuse me, Ranger, do you know who I am?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Luttrell, I do.”
“You might want to explain to these punks I could have killed them 600 different ways and if I wanted to kill you guys after what you just did to my dog, I would have pulled you down into my basement and I would have tortured you for days and you wouldn’t have died until you begged me for death. So before you start saying you’re going to come after me, you better learn whose dog you killed.”
So far, two of the men have been charged with felonies that carry least six months' jail time upon conviction. This story will follow these subhumans to jail where inmates too love dogs. I hope they both meet a very painful end at the wrong end of prison justice.
Michael John Edmonds II, 21, and Alfonzo Hernandez, 24, both of New Waverly, are charged with cruelty to nonlivestock animals. The driver of the vehicle was arrested on suspicion of not having a license.
The fourth suspect, Michael Edmonds had somehow escaped before the chase and later turned himself in; only he and Hernandez are charged with Dasy' killing. Further investigation reveals that the four are probably responsible for the random killing of at least four others dogs in the Houston area.
RX: the love of a good dog.
And... she was named for his team: Daniel "Danny" Dietz, Matthew "Axe" Axelson, "Southern boy" (Marcus), and Michael "Yankee" Murphy. She was given to him in recovery to help him through rehabilitation.
Marcus said that her death was "like losing my team all over again."
"I did everything right; I didn’t do anything wrong,” he told the Houston Chronicle of the April 1 incident. “Make sure everyone knows they cold-bloodily murdered.”
This great American hero suffers from posttraumatic stress disorder and many days are a struggle for him. He doesn’t sleep, often hyper-alert until sunrise, just in case. “I don’t talk about it much. I just don’t sleep at night,” he said. “I am in and out of the house all night, going, moving around.”
Luttrell said he’s left town for now and wants to stay as far away as he can. Speaking from a place he described as “the middle of nowhere,” Luttrell said he knows the attack on Dasy pushed him to a place where he doesn’t want to be.
Marcus Luttrell needs your good thoughts, support and prayers. May he one day know peace, and peace of mind... there is no better way to get there than with the soft breath of a dog on your cheek when waiting for the long night to end.
Dasy's story has touched the nation and when Marcus is ready there will be hundreds of offers of great dogs, but none will ever replace Dasy or his team.
I was going to post photos of the killers, but I can't stand to look at them, because I want them dead and for a long time I'll distract myself with fantasies about ending their lives... for Marcus and Dasy.
Besides, the pictures of Dasy and her best friend are the only ones that count.