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Xavier Hermosillo is the President of, a national Crisis Communications, Marketing, and Management firm he founded 23 years ago. He is a former political chief of staff, an award-winning reporter and photographer, and a former radio talk show host and TV commentator in Los Angeles. He has co-founded two publicly-traded companies where he served as a member of the Board of Directors and as the Senior Vice President of Investor Relations and Corporate Communications. He has also served as a Hearing Examiner for the Los Angeles Police Commission on police officer discipline cases, and holds degrees in Administration of Justice and Business and Communications. He can be reached at

August 28, 2005

Like many of us in this great country, I have never been able to say that I am totally in the political camp of either the far Left or the far Right. I am a middle-of-the-roader on most issues, as I have learned most Americans are. They officially call us "centrists".

I want to touch on a couple of topics this week that are directly related to that notion and while at first blush they may seem unconnected, please bear with me. There's a story in this week's column.

Last week I wrote about the stand-off in Crawford, Texas where Cindy Sheehan, whose son died in combat, is demanding President Bush call our troops home. She claims she and her anti-war counterparts speak for the vast majority of Americans who either have loved ones overseas, or have lost loved ones in Afghanistan and/or Iraq.

I don't want to belabor the point or repeat territory covered in my previous column. However, I have reached the point where, after talking with my recently-released Air Force Special Tactics Staff Sergeant Son, I think am ready to go down to Crawford and join the chorus of the protestors.

No, no, not the anti-war protestors who wear T-shirts or carrying signs that read: "The country is with Cindy." Rather, I'm inclined to wear one that either says, "This country is TIRED of Cindy" or one proclaiming "Our country is with our heroes and damn Cindy and her crowd."

My Son shared with me a story about a young soldier who the anti-war crowd sponsored at an anti-Bush rally and he claimed to be a first-hand witness to U.S. atrocities, anti-war American soldiers and Marines, and a slew of other horrific stories from the battle lines in Iraq.

As the young man, dressed in military fatigues related his stories, my Son began to realize the only lines this kid had seen were the order lines at McDonalds. This anti-war traitor was talking about seeing hand-to-hand combat with insurgents, yet under questioning from my Son, he identified his role as being in an artillery unit, far, far from the front lines. He finally confessed his phoniness.

For those of you lacking military knowledge or experience, the artillery regiment fires its rounds from a distance, carefully calculating the geometry and precise location of where they are to land downrange.

It was clear to my Son that this kid was being used an a puppet by these anti-war-mongers and after risking his own life in multiple tours of Afghanistan and Iraq, an working hard to ignore a potential permanent limp from his reconstructed ankle, my Son had to fight back like his was trained to do.

He exposed the young soldier and his anti-war-schmucks as the phonies that they are. He peppered the complainer with questions about where he was, how long he was there, the predominant mission in that area, where help came for U.S. military operatives, which religious element controlled the area, and who served as the liaison with them. My Son knows that if you're really on the front lines and facing the enemy at such close range, as my Son has done, you know these answers as a survival tool.

It was clear this hapless, clueless, puppet was of more value to the enemy and those siding with the enemy, than he was to the military, and perhaps this is why he was now following orders from Leftist yahoos rather than an Army squad leader.

By the time my Son was done dissecting this whiner in fatigues, a number of those in attendance, I call them middle-of-the-roaders, realized they were being lied to by the anti-war propagandists, and they asked my Son to tell them more about what was REALLY going on with our brave men and women.

I tell you all this because it has become increasingly clear to me that liberal media bias (Yes, it REALLY does exist), is anti-American at its very core and most people actually support the U.S. efforts in Iraq and Afghanistan, as difficult as the missions may be.

Let me clarify this by saying that many Americans, including this one with the hero Air Force veteran and his reconstructed ankle, cringe every time we hear another life has been lost. But I hope we are intelligent enough to realize that the fight there, and its attendant losses of Americans, is a better alternative to losing lives in our backyard to terrorists blowing up schools or local diners filled with innocent children and adults. We want the truth from the war zone and we'll make up our own minds.

I don't like war any more than the next guy, but I understand and respect why we are in this one, regardless of whether or not we found Weapons of Mass Destruction. I have seen and heard the positive stories, as well as the negatives ones, of what has gone on in the ancient Land of Babylon.
And we need to finish the job there, for those who have died there, like Cindy Sheehan's son Casey; for those who carry the scars of their commitment, like my Son; and for those Iraqi's whose lives have been improved by our willingness to fight the oppressive forces. Hopefully Iraq will soon have a constitution. And we don't want the media to filter the news for us. Just tell us the truth. All of it.

This all brings me to my second point. I am seriously considering spending some quality time down in Crawford, to do my part to back up what I believe in and to publicly acknowledge my Son's contribution, and to stand up for his heroic service to our nation, as well as honor his comrades who shed their blood and/or died carrying out their mission for all of us.

I'm not usually a placard-carrying, protesting kind of fellow, but sometimes you gotta do what's right, for what IS right. My genetic destiny determined long ago that I was not cut out to wear a military uniform, but my heart has always been willing to do the right thing for my country. Sometimes MY view of what's right has been promulgated by Republicans, and sometimes (though rarely) by Democrats. The vast majority of the time, I am very much like most Americans, neither Left nor Right. But I feel the need to speak my mind on the war, because I'm stuck somewhere just Left or Right of center as one of those All American middle-of-the-roaders.