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PPresidential Remarks

September 17, 2009

Of all the privileges serving as President, there's no greater honor than serving as Commander-in-Chief of the finest military that the world has ever known. And of all the military decorations that a President and a nation can bestow, there is none higher than the Medal of Honor.

It has been nearly 150 years since our nation first presented this medal for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of life above and beyond the call of duty. And in those nearly 150 years -- through civil war and two world wars, Korea and Vietnam, Desert Storm and Somalia, Afghanistan and Iraq, and countless battles in between -- tens of millions of Americans have worn the uniform. But fewer than 3,500 have been recognized with the Medal of Honor. And in our time, these remarkable Americans are literally one in a million. And today we recognize another -- Sergeant First Class Jared C. Monti.

The Medal of Honor reflects the admiration and gratitude of the nation. So we are joined by members of Congress -- including from Sergeant Monti's home state of Massachusetts, Senator John Kerry and Congressman Barney Frank. We're joined by our Secretary of Defense Robert Gates, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Admiral Mike Mullen, and leaders from across the Armed Forces.

We are joined by the leaders of the Army to which Sergeant Monti dedicated his life: Secretary Pete Geren; our incoming Secretary -- confirmed by the Senate last night -- John McHugh; Chief of Staff General George Casey; Sergeant Major of the Army Ken Preston; and Jared's fellow soldiers and commanders from the legendary 10th Mountain Division. And we are joined by those who now welcome Sergeant Monti into their storied ranks -- members of the Medal of Honor Society.

But today is not about high officials and those with stars on their shoulders. It's a celebration of a young soldier and those who loved him, who made him into the man he was and who join us today. His mother Janet; his father Paul; his brother Tim; and his sister Niccole -- and from his grandmother Marjorie to his six-year old niece Carys, and cousins and aunts and uncles from across America -- more than 120 proud family and friends.

Duty. Honor. Country. Service. Sacrifice. Heroism. These are words of weight. But as people -- as a people and as a culture, we often invoke them lightly. We toss them around freely. But do we really grasp the meaning of these values? Do we truly understand the nature of these virtues? To serve, and to sacrifice. Jared Monti knew. The Monti family knows. And they know that the actions we honor today were not a passing moment of courage. They were the culmination of a life of character and commitment.

There was Jared's compassion. He was the kid at school who, upon seeing a student eating lunch alone, would walk over and befriend him. He was the teenager who cut down a spruce tree in his yard so a single mom in town would have a Christmas tree for her children. He even bought the ornaments and the presents. He was the soldier in Afghanistan who received care packages, including fresh clothes, and gave them away to Afghan children who needed them more.

There was Jared's perseverance. Cut from the high school basketball team, he came back the next year, and the next year, and the next year -- three times -- finally making varsity and outscoring some of the top players. Told he was too young for the military, he joined the National Guard's delayed entry program as a junior in high school. And that summer, while other kids were at the beach, Jared was doing drills.

There was Jared's strength and skill -- the championship wrestler and triathlete who went off to basic training, just 18 years old, and then served with distinction as a forward observer, with the heavy responsibility of calling in air strikes. He returned from his first tour in Afghanistan highly decorated, including a Bronze Star and Army Commendation Medal for valor.

And there was Jared's deep and abiding love for his fellow soldiers. Maybe it came from his mom, who was a nurse. Maybe it came from his dad, a teacher. Guided by the lessons he learned at home, Jared became the consummate NCO -- the noncommissioned officer caring for his soldiers and teaching his troops. He called them his "boys." And although obviously he was still young himself, some of them called him "grandpa." (Laughter.)

Compassion. Perseverance. Strength. A love for his fellow soldiers. Those are the values that defined Jared Monti's life -- and the values he displayed in the actions that we recognize here today.

It was June 21st, 2006, in the remotest northeast of Afghanistan, near the border with Pakistan. Sergeant Monti was a team leader on a 16-man patrol. They'd been on the move for three days -- down dirt roads; sloshing through rivers; hiking up steep mountain trails, their heavy gear on their backs; moving at night and in the early morning to avoid the scorching 100-degree heat. Their mission: to keep watch on the valley down below in advance of an operation to clear the area of militants.

Those who were there remember that evening on the mountain -- a rocky ridge, not much bigger than this room. Some were standing guard, knowing they had been spotted by a man in the valley. Some were passing out MREs and water. There was talk of home and plans for leave. Jared was overheard remembering his time serving in Korea. Then, just before dark, there was a shuffle of feet in the woods. And that's when the treeline exploded in a wall of fire.

One member of the patrol said it was "like thousands of rifles crackling." Bullets and heavy machine gunfire ricocheting across the rocks. Rocket-propelled grenades raining down. Fire so intense that weapons were shot right out of their hands. Within minutes, one soldier was killed; another was wounded. Everyone dove for cover. Behind a tree. A rock. A stone wall. This patrol of 16 men was facing a force of some 50 fighters. Outnumbered, the risk was real. They might be overrun. They might not make it out alive.

That's when Jared Monti did what he was trained to do. With the enemy advancing -- so close they could hear their voices -- he got on his radio and started calling in artillery. When the enemy tried to flank them, he grabbed a gun and drove them back. And when they came back again, he tossed a grenade and drove them back again. And when these American soldiers saw one of their own -- wounded, lying in the open, some 20 yards away, exposed to the approaching enemy -- Jared Monti did something no amount of training can instill. His patrol leader said he'd go, but Jared said, "No, he is my soldier, I'm going to get him."

It was written long ago that "the bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet, notwithstanding, go out to meet it." Jared Monti saw the danger before him. And he went out to meet it.

He handed off his radio. He tightened his chin strap. And with his men providing cover, Jared rose and started to run. Into all those incoming bullets. Into all those rockets. Upon seeing Jared, the enemy in the woods unleashed a firestorm. He moved low and fast, yard after yard, then dove behind a stone wall.

A moment later, he rose again. And again they fired everything they had at him, forcing him back. Faced with overwhelming enemy fire, Jared could have stayed where he was, behind that wall. But that was not the kind of soldier Jared Monti was. He embodied that creed all soldiers strive to meet: "I will always place the mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade." And so, for a third time, he rose. For a third time, he ran toward his fallen comrade. Said his patrol leader, it "was the bravest thing I had ever seen a soldier do."

They say it was a rocket-propelled grenade; that Jared made it within a few yards of his wounded soldier. They say that his final words, there on that ridge far from home, were of his faith and his family: "I've made peace with God. Tell my family that I love them."

And then, as the artillery that Jared had called in came down, the enemy fire slowed, then stopped. The patrol had defeated the attack. They had held on -- but not without a price. By the end of the night, Jared and three others, including the soldier he died trying to save, had given their lives.

I'm told that Jared was a very humble guy; that he would have been uncomfortable with all this attention; that he'd say he was just doing his job; and that he'd want to share this moment with others who were there that day. And so, as Jared would have wanted, we also pay tribute to those who fell alongside him: Staff Sergeant Patrick Lybert. Private First Class Brian Bradbury. Staff Sergeant Heathe Craig.

And we honor all the soldiers he loved and who loved him back -- among them noncommissioned officers who remind us why the Army has designated this "The Year of the NCO" in honor of all those sergeants who are the backbone of America's Army. They are Jared's friends and fellow soldiers watching this ceremony today in Afghanistan. They are the soldiers who this morning held their own ceremony on an Afghan mountain at the post that now bears his name -- Combat Outpost Monti. And they are his "boys" -- surviving members of Jared's patrol, from the 10th Mountain Division -- who are here with us today. And I would ask them all to please stand. (Applause.)

Like Jared, these soldiers know the meaning of duty, and of honor, of country. Like Jared, they remind us all that the price of freedom is great. And by their deeds they challenge every American to ask this question: What we can do to be better citizens? What can we do to be worthy of such service and such sacrifice?

Sergeant First Class Jared C. Monti. In his proud hometown of Raynham, his name graces streets and scholarships. Across a grateful nation, it graces parks and military posts. From this day forward, it will grace the memorials to our Medal of Honor heroes. And this week, when Jared Monti would have celebrated his 34th birthday, we know that his name and legacy will live forever, and shine brightest, in the hearts of his family and friends who will love him always.

May God bless Jared Monti, and may He comfort the entire Monti family. And may God bless the United States of America. (Applause.)

Janet, Paul, would you please join me at the podium for the reading of the citation.

The citation is read: The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, March 3rd, 1863, has awarded in the name of Congress the Medal of Honor to Staff Sergeant Jared C. Monti, United States Army.

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty:

Staff Sergeant Jared C. Monti distinguished himself by acts of gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty while serving as a team leader with Headquarters and Headquarters troop, 3rd Squadron, 71st Cavalry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division, in connection with combat operations against an enemy in Nuristan Province, Afghanistan, on June 21st, 2006. While Staff Sergeant Monti was leading a mission aimed at gathering intelligence and directing fire against the enemy, his 16-man patrol was attacked by as many as 50 enemy fighters. On the verge of being overrun, Staff Sergeant Monti quickly directed his men to set up a defensive position behind a rock formation. He then called for indirect fire support, accurately targeting the rounds upon the enemy who had closed to within 50 meters of his position. While still directing fire, Staff Sergeant Monti personally engaged the enemy with his rifle and a grenade, successfully disrupting an attempt to flank his patrol. Staff Sergeant Monti then realized that one of his soldiers was lying wounding on the open ground between the advancing enemy and the patrol's position. With complete disregard for his own safety, Staff Sergeant Monti twice attempted to move from behind the cover of the rocks into the face of relentless enemy fire to rescue his fallen comrade. Determined not to leave his soldier, Staff Sergeant Monti made a third attempt to cross open terrain through intense enemy fire. On this final attempt, he was mortally wounded, sacrificing his own life in an effort to save his fellow soldier. Staff Sergeant Monti's selfless acts of heroism inspired his patrol to fight off the larger enemy force. Staff Sergeant Monti's immeasurable courage and uncommon valor are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself, Headquarters and Headquarters Troop, 3rd Squadron, 71st Calvary Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division, and the United States Army.

(Editor’s Note: The remarks above represent the president’s prepared remarks as taken directly from: http://www.whitehouse.gov/the_press_office/Remarks-by-the-President-at-Presentation-of-the-Medal-of-Honor-to-Sergeant-First-Class-Jared-C-Monti/)

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23, Tyngsboro, Class of 2001, Greater Lowell Technical High School, died in Combat, June 25, in Iraq. US Marine Corps 2001, serving in Iraq since March 2006. Worked at Rosie's Diner N. Chelmsford, enjoyed his nieces, his motorcycle, and was a proud, active member of the United Native American Cultural Center, Ayer. Loving husband to Rebecca (Brown) King since May 2003; son of Watertown's Paul C. King who worked for Davio's, Cambridge and Julie (Murphy) King who works at Beth Israel Deaconess Hosp, Lexington; brother to Dianna King of Dracut and Daniel, Julie, and Victoria King, all of Tyngsboro; grandson of Gordon King of Watertown; uncle to Krista Leduc and Anna King; nephew of Gordon "Chuck" King of Jamaica Plain, John "Jay" King of Dorchester, Ann Farrel of Hopkinton, and Deborah King of Watertown; son-in-law of Denise Gamester of Tyngsboro and Michael Brown of Dracut; and also leaves his wife's grandparents Gloria Brown and Cleo Surprenant, and Joseph and Maydelle Gamester; and many friends and associates. You are invited to His Calling Hours 3 until 8 PM on Wednesday at the McDonough Funeral Home, 14 Highland St, LOWELL (978 or 800) 458-6816 followed by His Funeral Service at 8 PM at the Funeral Home.

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Wednesday, June 28 2006 @ 07:53 AM EDT Lowell Sun -- TYNGSBORO -- The knock came about 8:30 Sunday night, and when the door swung open to reveal Marines, Paul C. King knew exactly what had happened. His son, decorated Marine Cpl. Paul "Nick" King, 23, had been killed in Iraq. "It was complete devastation," said his mother, Julie King. "Opening the door, seeing them there and knowing exactly why they were there is something I will never forget," Paul C. King said. That same moment came about a half-hour later for Becky King, Nick King's wife. She was at a party at her father's house to celebrate her recent graduation from the Massachusetts College of Pharmacy when her mother-in-law called and told her to go home and listen to what the Marines had to say. She already knew what it was going to be as she made that drive home alone. "It was a long ride," she said. Becky King last saw her husband in March. She went to Twentynine Palms, Calif., to see him just before he deployed to Iraq. He had been activated in December and sent to California for desert training. Nick had five days off. The couple drove from the base and visited Seaworld and the San Diego Zoo. No one knew it would be the last time Becky would see her high-school sweetheart alive. Paul Nicholas King, who went by "Nick" since his father is also Paul King, was a mortarman with the 1st Battalion, 25th Marine Weapons Company, Regimental Combat Team 5. He was killed Sunday while serving with a mobile assault platoon, a group patrolling the notorious city of Fallujah to weed out insurgents, according to a biography released by the Marine Corps. King had gotten out of his Humvee and was maintaining a security perimeter when he was killed. No other Marines were hurt in the incident, according to the Marine Corps. King is the first Tyngsboro resident killed in action since Vietnam, when two men were killed, according to Veterans' Agent and Selectman Kevin O'Connor. "He was the boy next door," Becky said last night, recounting how her family moved next door to King on Cannongate Road in August of 1998. King helped her mother move in. By November of that year, the two were a couple. They married on May 20, 2003. King graduated from studying electronics at Greater Lowell Vocational High School in 2001. Becky attended Dracut High through the school-choice program, and before she graduated in 2002 King wore his uniform to her prom. He had enlisted in the Marine Reserves while still in school and went to boot camp after graduation. "He wanted to do something he could be proud of," a tearful Becky King said last night. "My mother's father is a Marine and (King) started listening to him about the respect and whatnot, so he wanted to be a part of it." "He loved being a Marine." Nick King certainly earned the respect he sought when he joined the Corps. His father said last night that it was not just the service to country that made him proud of his son, though. "I'm proud of everything he did," Paul C. King said. "There is no prouder person in this world than me right now." His younger sister, Dianna King, felt the same, and pointed out that her brother volunteered for his dangerous duty. "I couldn't be any more proud of my brother, and even if he never went to Iraq I'd be just as proud," Dianna King said. "Nick volunteered because not everyone had a choice. He feared something would happen that he could have prevented." King had volunteered for deployment. His unit had been deployed to Korea, Japan and Thailand in support of Operation Enduring Freedom in 2003, so unit members had an option to stay home from Iraq. "It was not for political purposes, he just didn't want to make his comrades feel abandoned or lost," Becky King said. "It made me proud to know that's what kind of person he was." He rarely spoke of his experiences when he called from Iraq. "Whenever we'd talk, he'd assure me he loved me and couldn't wait to be home," Becky King said. His mother also said Nick King was homesick. Becky King last talked to her husband Thursday night. He mentioned that he couldn't wait to get home and get a Playstation 3. He was also looking forward to fixing up a motorcycle the couple had bought. They have several bikes and loved to go riding together. Nick was outgoing, happy, and quick with a joke, Becky said. He would rarely judge others. A good cook, his pizza and ribs were "the best." Becky said she fell in love with the man that her husband was. "He had a really great take on life," she said. "He would try anything, and he always encouraged people to try anything." King stayed out of trouble growing up, although his energy was never spent. His sister, Julie King, said her brother, a delivery boy for The Sun, would Rollerblade from the family's condominium off Dunstable Road in Tyngsboro deep into Westford. He would watch out for Julie in those years. "Half the knowledge I have I learned from him," Julie said, clutching her baby, Anna, in her arms. It was Paul and Becky's love for Anna that made them want to have kids as soon as he got back. The couple also planned to start looking for a home, Becky said. Dianna King said her brother was always faithful to his friends. Once he made a friend he kept a friend. King's brother, Daniel King, 19, just graduated and was also enlisted to enter the Marines on July 10. Those plans are on hold. Julie and Paul C. King told him they could not let him go in light of what has happened. The Marine Corps agreed to give him the option since he is the only surviving male child in the family. Nick King was last in Tyngsboro in February. He had a long weekend off and flew home to see his family. O'Connor, the town's veterans agent, said Nick King was his paperboy while growing up. "He was a quiet, unassuming kid," O'Connor said. "Nick was a great kid." O'Connor described the loss as tragic and emotional, and said the town is deeply sorry for the family. Becky King's father, G. J. Brown, owns the Century 21 in Tyngsboro, O'Connor said. U.S. Rep. Marty Meehan called the family last night to let them know the entire community would be behind them as they grieve. "He was a brave young man, having served valiantly in one of the most volatile regions in Iraq," Meehan said. "Cpl. King answered his call to duty and made the ultimate sacrifice for the freedom of the United States, Iraq, and the world. We all owe him a debt of gratitude." The Marine Corps told King's family his remains would be flown to Maryland within days, but it is still not clear how much longer it will take the body to return to Massachusetts. As a result, funeral plans have not yet been made. No matter how long it takes to set up those arrangments, Nick King's memory will not fade. "Before he left he told me he wasn't worried about himself. He said he'd be fine," said his sister Dianna, her voice low. "He promised me he'd come back home. He will be in our hearts and thoughts forever."