August 16, 2005

Just Another Soldier: A Year on the Ground in Iraq Comments Off

Jason just finished and released his new book “Just Another Soldier: A Year on the Ground in Iraq“. His stories are awesome. You should buy a copy. Here’s a couple great excerpts I blogged while he was in Iraq still.

The Tao of Soldiering
Just Another Soldier

Just Another Soldier

Three Days of Combat – Day Two – The Head

One of the best things about taking something over is you get to change things. Like when you marry a girl, you get to change her last name, or if you buy someone’s house, you get to turn the spare bedroom into a game room. Sometimes the changes made are good, and sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes the changes take, and sometimes they don’t. When my battalion moved into forward operations base Lion, north of Baghdad, the first thing we did was change the name to FOB O’Ryan. Our unit is known as Orion, but it was decided that we would use the spelling O’Ryan, the name of the decorated officer our unit was homophonically named after. I prefer the Greek over the Irish, and this book is my fiefdom, so I am hereby changing the spelling of our base to FOB Orion. Isn’t arbitrarily wielding power fun?

FOB Orion needed a lot of work and most of the physical changes we made in the time we were there were pretty good. For example, plywood shitters with poop barrels that needed their contents burned regularly were replaced with a port-o-john-type service. Sometimes the Iraqis who ran the port-o-john service and their families would be killed by insurgents, and it would take several days before replacement workers could be found, so we’d have to go back to shitting in burn barrels temporarily, but regardless, the port-o-john was an excellent change, a definite improvement. Another improvement was the gym that KBR, a subsidiary of Halliburton, built for us. They took an old ammo bunker, cleaned and painted the interior, installed air conditioning, put down a sectional rubber-mat floor, then brought in some exercise machines and free weights. It wasn’t fantastic but it was pretty damn decent. And it only took them six months and eighty thousand dollars to build. I am not exaggerating when I say that my platoon could have done the job in two days, five at the most, absolutely free of charge. After all, it was the soldiers who wanted the gym, not the overfed, beer-bellied KBR guys. But, hey, who am I to say how American tax dollars should be spent? Thank god for combat zone tax exclusion, because if I were paying taxes I would be pissed. Speaking of which, have I ever mentioned the KBR truck drivers I talked to who said they didn’t know of one single driver who didn’t fudge the hours they reported having driven each month? I love how the truck drivers would confide things like this to soldiers.

The most vital changes to FOB Orion were those that involved security. When we first came to our FOB, a smallish but somewhat sprawling collection of concrete and earth bunkers, there were a handful of insurgents who were living in and operating out of one of the remote bunkers. Concertina wire and berms were put up around the entire perimeter of the base, and the unexploded ordnance that littered the place (a draw for insurgents because this is what they use to make their improvised explosive devices) was cleared.

After the basic level of perimeter security was improved, there were ongoing changes to base security, most really good and some a little more superfluous. The buildings that housed our tactical operations center (TOC) and the administrative and logistics office were strong, but not what one would consider “hardened.” Tall concrete barriers were eventually put up around these buildings, a definite improvement. In an effort to further protect these buildings, a massive berm was installed in a location between the front gate and the TOC. I don’t know the exact reasoning behind the installation of this monstrosity of earth we dubbed “Hunter Mountain,” a name in honor of the battalion moniker of “The Hunter,” the professional title of the legendary Orion, but it just seemed a little excessive. If the insurgents had tanks, they would not have been able to directly attack the TOC because of Hunter Mountain. In that sense, it was a successful improvement. But the insurgents don’t have tanks, so it was just a big dumb pile of dirt with a wall of dirt-filled barriers across the top like the Great Wall of China.

March 10, 2005

Ex-Marine Says Public Version of Saddam Capture Fiction Comments Off

I wasn’t suprised to hear that, the former U.S. Marine who participated in capturing ousted Iraqi President Saddam Hussein said the public version of his capture was fabricated.

February 4, 2005

Jason is Alive! Not well, but alive! Comments Off

There is so much misinformation floating around out there about Iraq and the war that I spent a lot of time last year seeking out credible voices who could tell first person accounts of what was going on over there.

Probably *the best* source I found was Many of you know I’ve been following Jason Hartley’s stories from Iraq as much as possible. He had a great soldier blog for a while, but got in a bunch of trouble and had to pull it down. I lost touch with him for several months but he’s popped back up and is back in the States and working on putting life back together. Read his post called The Tao of Soldiering if you haven’t already and then check out his update below.

If I was one of those uber-bloggers who could push tons of traffic and influence the world to do my bidding… I’d raise this guy the $1000 to pay his fine and probably buy him a trip to NYC to pitch book deals too.

Just Another Soldier – How to Turn a Blog Into a Demotion and a $1000 Fine

Mr. Chenelly-

I realize you probably have already written your piece on bloggers in Iraq for the Army Times, but I’d like to respond to your email anyway.

First a quick background. My unit (2/108 Infantry from New York) returned from Iraq on New Years Day. We spent a week at Fort Drum with the demobilization process and we are now all back to being citizen Joe again. All told, we spent fifteen months on this deployment, about eleven of it in Iraq in the Sunni Triangle.

I started my blog at the beginning of our deployment and had it online for a few months during our training-up period before my commander asked me to take it down. Our Family Readiness group knew about the blog who eventually leaked it to my commander. He flipped out. So I took it down, but continued to write, emailing my stories to those who wanted to continue to read. I successfully flew under the radar like this for most my deployment.

Once there were about two months left on our deployment, I put the blog back online with everything I had written. It took less than two weeks for someone from the New York National Guard stateside to inform my command. That’s when things got bad.

My commander decided to court martial me. Then he said he saw how the court martial against the soldiers who refused to go on a fuel convoy mission was thrown out, so he changed the request for a court martial to a field-grade article 15 because he wanted to be certain he “could see me punished”. My commander is an assistant district attorney in Manhattan in real life and is an expert when it comes to bullying people. I suspect once he cooled off a little he realized that a court martial was a bit much, so gave me the fuel convoy story as an excuse for changing his mind. I also suspect he just wanted to scare me as much as possible by telling me he wanted me court martialed.

My battalion S2 section made a hard copy of my blog and there was an investigation. It concluded that I had violated OPSEC, violated the Geneva convention (for photos of detainees), and that I was guilty of conduct unbecoming an NCO (primarily for a photograph of me sitting on a shitter, among other things). Then I sat around for a month after being transferred from my job as a rifle squad leader (about to be promoted to E-6) to our headquarters platoon doing absolutely nothing while I waited for the other shoe to drop. I was taken off missions altogether (which is the ultimate punishment for a soldier– to not let him work). Waiting for my article 15 hearing and not knowing what was going to happen to me was one of the worst experiences of my life. I wanted to demand a court martial because I felt I had done nothing wrong, but the thought of being kept on active duty in legal limbo while the rest of my unit went back to their homes weighed very heavily on me. I was ready to be off active duty like I can’t explain. Sitting around for that month while anxiety consumed me was far worse than combat. Call me a wimp, but it really sucked.

Apparently our brigade JAG guy (2 BCT 1 ID) was too busy with his own blog ( or something like that) to process my article 15 while we were in Iraq, so it didn’t get resolved. Instead it was handed over to the garrison support unit at Ft. Drum upon our return. The article 15 I was given charged me with violating a direct order and violating OPSEC. The JAG lawyer I spoke with at Drum was little help and I was in no shape emotionally at that point to deal with a court martial, so I took the hit. I was given a field-grade article 15 by a colonel I never met in my life who didn’t know me from a bucket of paint except for an investigation that made me sound like a traitor. I was demoted to E-4 and fined $1000.

The most interesting aspect of this entire fiasco is how OPSEC is defined, or rather not defined. Since there is no concise legal definition of what constitutes a violation of OPSEC (or at least not one anyone could produce for me when I requested it), it’s impossible to determine when something crosses the line from “not a violation” to “a violation”. It’s like trying to define what pornography is or bad taste in music. To make a convincing argument how OPSEC has been violated is trivial. You pretty much only have to smarter than the person you are trying to convince, or just instill in him enough fear, uncertainty, and doubt that he’ll have no choice but to agree. It’s like accusing someone of being a communist. If you disagree with the person making the accusation, you’ll be considered a communist sympathizer, or maybe even a communist yourself. The fight is over before the gauntlet is even dropped.

To answer the rest of your questions: My advice for soldiers who want to blog is to retain legal counsel before you start blogging. Have every legal detail worked out beforehand in regards to what you can and can’t blog about. That way when your commander tells you to take your blog down, you can tell him to take the matter up with your lawyer. I had no idea my blog would become such a big issue, but if I had to do it over again, I would have gotten a lawyer before I started or at least made a call to the ACLU.

There is no way to blog about Iraq without your unit finding out about it. The guys in my unit knew about my blog within a month or two from the time I started it, but it took a few months before my commander found it. The only way for a soldier to not get in trouble is to write nothing but insipidly agreeable and conspicuously patriotic content that is reviewed by his or her leadership before posting. So yes, I do feel as though my First Amendment rights were violated. My article 15 was officially about my supposed violations of a direct order and OPSEC, but the ass-chewings I received focused a lot more on my penchant for explicating on the abundant absurdities of military life and combat. This was the real issue moreso than the supposed OPSEC violations and this is why the First Amendment exists– to protect speech, even unpopular speech.

Everyone has a vision of how they want to remember their combat experience and particularly how they want others to view their combat service. Most soldiers, and especially infantrymen, want to realize all their Jerry Bruckheimer-fueled fantasies with macho military fervor. All I did was include more details in hopes of providing a more honest and humorous perspective of what soldiering is typically like. I could write “We went on a raid tonight. We smashed the gate down and cleared the house, but the guy we were looking for wasn’t home.” But instead I’d write “Tonight we went on a raid. It wasn’t till 3am and I couldn’t sleep so I masturbated before we left. On the way to the raid we got lost, but after driving around for a while we finally found the house. We tried to breech the gate of the outer wall, but in the process accidentally ended up knocking the entire wall over. After clearing the house, we realized it was the wrong one. Once we figured out where the correct house was, we raided it. But the guy we were looking for wasn’t home. As I was pulling security on an alley, I realized that the chow we had for dinner wasn’t agreeing with me and when I tried to fart ended up shitting my pants a little. Once we finished searching the house, we hopped back in our Humvees and took what we thought was our planned egress route, but instead found ourselves on a dead end canal road. While turning around, one of the Humvees got stuck in the mud. Most raids do not go this badly. We eventually made it back to our base safe and sound. My ass had started to chafe from when I ‘sharted’, so I took a shower, masturbated, and went to bed.” (This, by the way, is a true story.) If I wrote a story like this, my commander would spend thirty minutes condemning me for portraying our unit as incompetent and unprofessional, but charge me with violating OPSEC because I disclosed tactical details on how we perform breeches.

All in all, I think Army leadership can’t grasp that it’s possible for a soldier to be critical or satirical of the Army but still be pro-Army. I’ve been in the Army 14 years. I love being an infantryman. But there are so many great stories that don’t get told because there are so many people who don’t want their illusions molested. Or because telling them apparently constitutes a violation of OPSEC.

If you have any more questions, I’d be happy to write more for you.

-Jason Hartley

p.s. I hope you don’t mind but I’ve bcc’d this email to my mailing list.

Joe Chenelly wrote:


My name is Joe Chenelly with the Army Times. I was wondering if you’d answer a few questions for us? I am looking at writing about the service members blogging in Iraq.

I’ve was wondering if you could expand on why you stopped posting? Did it all blow over after you stopped blogging? Were you ever told how you violated OPSEC?

How did your command find out you were blogging?

What kind of advice do you give other soldiers thinking about starting their own blog?

OK, here is the question you’re probably expecting me to ask: Do you feel your free speech rights have been violated by the military? I had to ask.

Are you still in Iraq?

Although I have a lot more I’d like to ask, I fully understand how incredibly busy you must be, so I will toss one last question your way: If you had it all to do over again, what would you do? I hope that last question wasn’t too cliché for you.

Thanks in advance for your time and assistance. I certainly would understand if you cannot get back to me for a while or even at all, but I really hope you have some time in the future to shoot me an e-mail. If you don’t while you’re over there, please let me know when you’re back in the ole U.S. of A.

Take care of yourself,

Joseph R. Chenelly
Deputy News editor, Army Times

October 18, 2004

Just Another Soilder Comments Off

Jason has been reporting in from Iraq again. This guy is a great writer, a sound thinker, and a new online friend. His stories are available through email only so go subscribe at his website. It’s really amazing stuff. Here’s a copy of the note he sent about a week ago…

The Tao of Soldiering

Learn to Suffer

You are not Special

Know your Place

Release your Attachments

Today is the birthday of The Monastic Order of Infantrymen. For those
unfamiliar with MOI, let me explain.

Soldiering is difficult. But for soldiers with the proper attitude,
there can be great fulfillment from this work. To find peace and
contentedness from a job that may seem intuitively chaotic, you simply
have to find the tao of soldiering and embrace it.

For soldiers who are nauseated by terms like ‘embrace’, ‘peace’, and
‘contentedness’, and don’t know how to pronounce ‘tao’ (it’s like ‘dow’,
as in Dow Jones, and can be translated loosely to mean ‘the way’) let me
put this in terms a grunt can understand. Being a soldier is to live in
a world of shit. You’re constantly surrounded by assholes, you have to
endure an unending amount of bullshit from your leadership, military
regulations and paperwork, stupid training missions, and in the end of
it all you’ll most likely get shit on by your own government sooner or
later when they fuck up your pay and benefits. And to top it all off,
you might actually have to go into combat at some point which also means
you’ll spend a lot of time in another world of shit (i.e. Iraq) and
possibly get your balls blown off by some insurgent asshole who is too
afraid to fight you face to face so he explodes jury-rigged artillery
rounds next to your Humvee while he’s outside the maximum effective
range of most your weapons systems. Soldiering just plain sucks. From
the pogues who cook my food and do my laundry to the Apache pilots and
the Green Berets who do all the Hollywood stuff, our lives are in a
constant state of suck. But there are soldiers who have found a way to
not only endure it all, but to enjoy it. Contentment, happiness,
fulfillment, rewardingness, peace, meaning, purpose, zen, the way, the
middle path, nirvana, the big nothing, whatever you want to call it,
it’s there if you are unafraid to see it.

Learn to Suffer

Most everything a soldier does entails discomfort. As a soldier, you
will discovery an encyclopedic number of ways to suffer. The suffering
is physical, psychological, and emotional. It can also be financial,
legal, marital, and any other word you can give the ‘-al’ suffix to.
There is nowhere you can go to avoid suffering. There is no reprieve,
no solace. It is unavoidable and inevitable. You can either cry about
it, or you can just learn how to suck it up.

One of the first things an effective soldier learns during Basic
Training is that physical endurance has nothing to do with physical
ability. Your body gives you the illusion that you are only able to do
what is within your physical limitations. Say for example your muscles
are only strong enough to do fifty pushups. This limitation is very
convincing. You believe that you can’t do more than what your muscles
and bones are physically capable of doing. In reality the only
limitation is the will of the soldier. You probably think that if you
lift weights and get stronger muscles, you will be able to do seventy
pushups. This is true, but you aren’t able to do more pushups because
your muscles are stronger, you are able to do more pushups because your
stronger muscles are a convincing illusion to allow yourself the will to
do more. The truth is, with will alone you can do seventy pushups, or
ten thousand for that matter. Accomplishing more than you physically
should be able to is referred to as “using the force.” If the Jedi
metaphor for describing “will” doesn’t work for you, then use the
Christian one. In the New Testament (Matthew 17:20), Jesus said that
with the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains. So whether
you’re raising an X-Wing fighter out of a swamp or parting the Red Sea,
the concept is the same: you simply need the will.

It is not necessary for the novitiate to buy into any of this. But when
he’s into the twelfth mile of a forced road march carrying nearly his
own body weight in gear, he learns that there is a landscape of pain he
never knew existed. Once you’ve learned that there is no real limit to
what you can endure, you’re on your way to understanding that you can do
just about anything so long as you allow yourself to have the will to do
it. And the easiest way to learn this concept is to suffer and realize
you can endure it, then as you reach a new level of painful experiences,
you are able to begin working on the next level. Eventually you learn
that there is virtually no end to the kinds of pain mortality can make
available to you, and you continue to learn that there is no discomfort
you can not overcome. The process of learning to suffer is always
ongoing. No matter how much you’ve suffered, there is always more to

You are not Special

As Americans and westerners, we value individuality more than just about
anything. Individuality is at the core of our concepts about freedom.
The protection of the individual is vital to a free society. But while
the civilian is the “individual”, the soldier is the “protection”.

As a society, we’ve gotten really good at fostering individual
development. As a soldier, trying to incorporate the idea that
individuality must be discarded is usually a very hard thing to accept
at first. Because of basic psychological self-preservation instincts
and a million beliefs that have been socialized into us from the moment
of our birth, we protect our “ego” more than anything. You are who you
think you are. You spend your life developing an image in your head of
who you are. You have a name, you live in a certain place, you have a
certain profession, you have tastes, opinions, preferences, druthers.
In terms of a capitalistic society, we are nothing more than consumers.
So we define our individuality by what we consume. (Sometimes the
consumer becomes disillusioned by this, so he simply adjusts his tastes
to something that more easily will identify him as an individual. “I’m
not into Metallica anymore, they’re too mainstream. I’m into The Mars
Volta now.”) There are eight million individuals in New York City. I
was one of them. Like in college where the second question asked after
“what’s your name” is “so what’s your major”, in New York City the only
two things anyone wants to know when they first meet you are “so what do
you do” and “where do you live”. I was a paratrooper and a programmer
who lived in Nolita. I doubt there has ever been anyone who could say
that. So I’m an individual, right?

In ten thousand years, no one is going to know who you were. Right now,
while you are living, you don’t even really matter. You live in Ohio,
you work at a hardware store, you drive a Saturn, you have two kids, you
send your mom a Mother’s Day card every year, you have a beautiful
lawn. You’re the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, you have a loft in
Chelsea and a summer home on Fire Island, you come from old money, you
visit your mom every Christmas who lives in the home where you grew up
an only child in New England, you were on the cover of Forbes and Out in
the same month. Does any of this really matter? Someday you’re going
to die and they’ll throw dirt on your grave just like everyone else’s.
Someday the sun will expand and consume every living thing on earth.
Someday the universe will collapse in on itself then explode into a
brand new universe. Even these events don’t really matter, they’re
just things that happen. So whether you prefer creamy or chunky is of
such absurdly little consequence, the near meaninglessness of it is
mind-boggling. Accept that you are of no consequence, that you are
essentially nothing. In a universe of infinite universes that will
ultimately return to the singularity from whence they all came, you are
as inconsequential as my peanut butter preference.

Know your Place

As a corollary to knowing that you are not special, you must also know
your place. Unlike the private kindergarten you attended in Woodstock
where everyone was special and an equal, even Timmy in his wheelchair
and Tyrone the black kid, in the military there is a hierarchy because
it is the easiest way to get things done. I spent an enormous amount of
my military career as a private. I took out the trash and mopped the
floor. Now that I’m a sergeant, I want you to shut the fuck up and
continue sweeping, is that clear? Everyone has a job and a role, and by
staying in your lane, work can be accomplished more efficiently.
Imagine if your car’s fuel injection system decided it wanted to start
managing the anti-lock braking functions? The compartmentalization of
tasks exists so you can be free to concentrate on your own set of
tasks. When I raid a building, I know how I’m going to breech the door,
I know how to clear the rooms, I know how to handle detainees. While
I’m doing this there are Apaches circling overhead. I don’t know how to
do their job, and that’s okay. I need air support and they provide it.
The intelligence guys interrogate the detainees and come up with more
targets for my platoon to raid. Remember, you are Soldier Nobody, not
General Patton. Concentrate on your job and you will be able to perform
it well. As an Infantryman, your job is to shoot people. Don’t worry
about Abu Ghraib, Fallujah, or Michael Moore. If your target is moving,
remember to lead your point of aim a bit.

Release your Attachments

Suffering is caused by attachments. The sooner you accept this, the
sooner you will learn how to overcome suffering. As Americans and
westerners, we love our stuff. How much did you love Christmas as a
kid? I remember thinking that the entire purpose of life was
Christmas. That’s when I got a whole new batch of toys, because as a
kid, all the mattered to me was toys. To this day, I am still in awe at
the fact that the feeling Christmas gave me is one without parallel.
There have only been a handful of experiences in my life that are on par
with how I felt about Christmas as a child. But toys break, they get
lost, and eventually you lose interest in them. As an adult, what is
more of a pain in the ass then your car? Or upkeep of your house? You
can get a lot of satisfaction from stuff, I won’t deny how much I love
going to Barnes & Noble or to the music store. But you don’t get real
happiness from material possessions. And attachments go well beyond the
things you can own. Relationships you have with people can be
attachments. In fact, I dare say that there are more relationships in
the world based on insecurity and attachment than love. And the
ultimate attachment is your own ego. Your sense of ‘self’ is something
you cling to, because as we already discussed, it’s who you think you
are. The linchpin to the the tao of soldiering is freeing yourself from
your attachments. The less you own, the better. The more stuff you own
is more stuff to worry about while you’re deployed. The girl you were
dating isn’t going to wait for you for eighteen months, so just get over
her and move on. Even if you are in a healthy and strong relationship
with your wife, your marriage will not be the same when you get back.
Like the relationship you have with any of your loved ones, it won’t
necessarily go bad, but it will certainly be different when you get
back. There are several guys in my platoon who missed births of their
children. This affects them and I’m sure it affects their wives. And
in turn it will affect their marriage. Crappy marriages don’t handle
this sort of this well and they will end. Good marriages will weather
it, but will evolve into something different. Either way, guys who are
attached to the way things were, will be miserable. And whatever you
thought about yourself, ideas you cling to that you consider part of
your identity, may very well change after you’ve been around some good
‘ole fashion death and destruction. Attachments are bad. The less you
have the better. Real freedom is having no attachments. Only then are
you able to have happiness. When you feel happiness for it’s own sake,
and not because of some external mechanism, you have found the tao.

The Monastic Order of Infantrymen

Infantrymen who have found the tao of soldiering sometimes find
themselves living a near-monastic lifestyle because of it. If you have
no major attachments, specifically no wife, no girlfriend, and no kids,
and have an MOS that is 11-series, 18-series (Army), 03-series
(Marines), or you are a Navy SEAL, you are able to join the Order. To
join, a novitiate must perform an act of initiation involving
humiliation, discomfort, and nudity as perscribed by a member of MOI.
For example, making a snow angel in public while naked. Exceptional
novitiates can be grandfathered in without initiation if three members
of MOI approve. The proper greeting between members is a handshake with
the right hand while grabbing ones own crotch with the left. Members
will refer to each other as “brother”, and the proper way to say
good-bye is, “See you in Valhalla, brother.” Should a member come to
find he has a wife, girlfriend, or child, he is honorably released from
the Order.

I like being a soldier and I love being an infantryman. There are a lot
things that truly suck about being in Iraq, but none of it’s really all
that bad. This is the most interesting and exciting thing I’ve ever
done. War is a horrible thing and I hope that as human culture we can
find a way to completely put an end to it, but I have to admit I like
combat. I’m not sure how this is possible, but it’s how I feel. When
guys discuss when we will be sent home, I get sorta depressed. I don’t
want it to end yet. How often do you get to shoot at terrorists?
(Don’t try to tell me they’re not all terrorists. The guy who fills the
water tanks for our showers had his head cut off last week and his
entire family killed. That qualifies as terrorist in my book.) I love
this job. Anyone who says you won’t find happiness during combat,
doesn’t know how to find happiness. Combat has nothing to do with it.

There are several excellent stories in the works. Now that we have
internet access in our bunker, I have become a network administrator of
sorts and it has become virtually impossible to find uninterrupted
blocks of time to sit down and write. The number of distractions
available to me and the fact that there’s still plenty of crazy shit
taking place in Iraq that I get to be a part of on an almost daily
basis, it makes for a very difficult environment to concentrate on
writing. If you can forgive my sporadic emails, I can promise you some
good stories.

A preview of things to come:

My rejected Calvin Klein fragrance proposal:
“Ambush – for men.”

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September 12, 2004

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Medea Benjamin – Former Green Party Candidate for U.S. Senate from California, Co-Founder of Code Pink, also Founding Director of Global Exchange Comments Off

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Medea Benjamin, former Green Party candidate for U.S. Senate from California, co-founder of Code Pink, also Founding Director of Global Exchange

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Here comes a series of poor quality but plenty of fun from the Power to the Peaceful 9/11 Memorial in Golden Gate Park yesterday.

The lineup included Michael Franti and Spearhead, String Cheese Incident, Gift of Gab (Blackalicious), and lots more.

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