
Meet Brian Chontosh.
The spirit of the American Cowboy is still with us.
Maybe you'd like to hear about a real American, somebody who
honored the uniform he wears.
It was a year ago on the march into Baghdad.

Brian Chontosh was a platoon leader rolling up Highway 1 in a humvee.
When all hell broke loose. Ambushed!
The young Marines were being cut to ribbons. Mortars, machine guns,
rocket propelled grenades. And this kid out of Churchville was in charge.
It was do or die and it was up to him.
So he moved to the side of his column, looking for a way to lead his men to
safety. As he tried to poke a hole through the Iraqi line his humvee came
under direct enemy machine gun fire.
It was fish in a barrel and the Marines were the fish. And Brian Chontosh
gave the order to attack. He told his driver to floor the humvee directly
at the machine gun emplacement that was firing at them. And he had the
guy on top with the 50 cal unload on them.
Within moments there were Iraqis slumped across the machine gun and
Chontosh was still advancing, ordering his driver now to take the humvee
directly into the Iraqi trench that was attacking his Marines. Over into
the battlement the humvee went and out the door Brian Chontosh bailed, carrying
an M16 and a Beretta, and he ran down the trench.
With its mortars and riflemen, machineguns and grenadiers.
And he killed them all.

He fought with the M16 until it was out of ammo. Then he fought with
the Beretta until it was out of ammo. Then he picked up a dead man's
AK47 and fought with that until it was out of ammo. Then he picked
up another dead man's AK47 and fought with that until it was out of ammo.

At one point he even fired a discarded Iraqi RPG into an enemy cluster,
sending attackers flying with its grenade explosion.
When he was done Brian Chontosh had cleared 200 yards of entrenched
Iraqis from his platoon's flank. He had killed more than 20 and wounded
at least as many more.
But that's probably not how he would tell it.
He would probably merely say that his Marines were in trouble, and he got them out of trouble. Hoo-ah, and drive on."By his outstanding display
of decisive leadership, unlimited courage in the face of heavy enemy fire,
and utmost devotion to duty, 1st Lt. Chontosh reflected great credit upon
himself and upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the
United States Naval Service."

That's what the citation says.

And that's what nobody will hear.
That's what doesn't seem to be making the evening news. Accounts of
American valor are dismissed by the press as propaganda, yet accounts
of American difficulties are heralded as objectivity. It makes you wonder
if the role of the media is to inform or to depress - to report or to
deride. To tell the truth, or to feed us lies.
But I guess it doesn't matter.
We're going to turn out all right.
As long as men like Brian Chontosh wear our uniform.
Brian is Churchville-Chili Central School class
of 1991. Proud graduate of the Rochester Institute of Technology.
Husband and about-to-be father. First lieutenant (now Captain)
in the United States Marine Corps.
And a genuine hero. The secretary of the Navy said so. At 29 Palms in
California Brian Chontosh
was presented with the Navy Cross, the second highest award for combat
bravery the United States can bestow.
That's a big deal. But you won't see it on the network news tonight,
and all you read in Brian's hometown
newspaper was two paragraphs of nothing. The odd fact about the American
media in this war is that it's
not covering the American military. The most plugg ed-in nation in the
world is receiving virtually no true
information about what its warriors are doing. You can read about Brian on the Marine Website.
Oh, sure, there's a body count. We know how many Americans have fallen.
And we see those same casket pictures day in and day out. And we're almost
on a first-name basis with the jerks who abused the Iraqi prisoners.
And we know all about improvised explosive devices and how we lost Fallujah
and what Arab public-opinion polls say about us and how the world hates
us.We get a non-stop feed of gloom and doom.
But we don't hear about the heroes.
The incredibly brave GIs who honorably do their duty. The ones our grandparents
would have carried on their shoulders down Fifth Avenue.
The ones we completely ignore.