[Congressional Record (Bound Edition), Volume 158 (2012), Part 1]
[House]
[Page 827]
[From the U.S. Government Publishing Office, www.gpo.gov]




                  USMC PRIVATE FIRST CLASS VICTOR DEW

  The SPEAKER pro tempore. The Chair recognizes the gentleman from 
California (Mr. McClintock) for 5 minutes.
  Mr. McCLINTOCK. Mr. Speaker, today I have introduced a bill to name 
the United States Post Office in Granite Bay, California, in honor of 
United States Marine Corps Private First Class Victor Dew.
  This young man was only 20 years old when he left his family and 
friends in late September of 2010 for Helmand Province, Afghanistan. 
Just 3 weeks later, on October 13, Private Dew was killed in action 
when his convoy was ambushed.
  Victor grew up dreaming of becoming a marine. He loved military 
history. He was fully aware of the mortal dangers he would face. Yet, 
when he was offered a posting to a ceremonial position stateside, he 
turned it down. He believed his duty and destiny was to keep the fight 
away from our shores, away from his family and his country, and so he 
chose combat even when he had been offered safe and honorable service 
at home.
  What did he sacrifice in order to give our country a little more 
security and to give another country a fleeting chance at redemption?
  He had everything in the world to live for. He was engaged to be 
married to a devoted young lady named Courtney Gold. Courtney said, 
``We had life in the grasp of our hands, and we were ready to take on 
the world.'' They would have. She had already picked out her wedding 
dress. There is a picture of her wearing that dress. It's in Victor's 
casket.
  Victor was one of those sunny personalities who lifted the spirits of 
everyone around him. That's the recurring theme in all of the 
recollections of everyone who knew him. They'd be feeling down, and 
Victor would lift them up. I didn't know him, but I think I caught a 
glimpse of him in his little brother, Kyle. At the funeral reception 
last year, I found Kyle sitting at a table with his friends. When I 
went to offer my condolences, one of his friends said, ``You know, we 
came to cheer him up, and instead, he's been cheering us up.''
  Victor lives on in the lives of those he touched, and he touched 
quite a few. He is remembered in his community as a faithful friend and 
as an inspiring teacher. Before he'd enlisted, he'd already become a 
popular martial arts instructor at a local dojo. Some of his students--
and some of them a lot older than he--came to his service that day.
  It has now been over a year since he returned to Granite Bay. In that 
year, he would have celebrated his 21st birthday. He would have 
returned safely home with his unit. He would have been married. And as 
Courtney said, he would have taken on the world. Instead, he rests in 
an honored grave. His family does what every Gold Star family does--
they cope with their grief with a mixture of fond memories and faith 
but, most of all, of pride for the life of their son.
  There are many graves in that cemetery that are etched with lifetimes 
much longer than the 20 years recorded on Victor's, but none of them 
comes close to his in this most important respect: what they did with 
those years. The most iconic work of art on the Titanic was a great 
carving that depicted Honor and Glory crowning Time. Victor Dew's time 
may have been short in this world, but he crowned that time with honor 
and glory that the rest of us can only marvel at.
  Every morning since he was 12 years old, Victor Dew awoke under a 
Marine Corps banner over his bed that was emblazoned with the words 
``Semper Fidelis.'' In his life, we can see the full measure of those 
words. Every day in this majestic Capitol, we walk in the footsteps of 
the giants of our Nation's history. The oratory of Henry Clay and 
Daniel Webster still echoes through these Halls. At arm's reach of 
where I stand right now once spoke Franklin Roosevelt and Ronald 
Reagan, Douglas MacArthur and Winston Churchill. Yet, in their long and 
illustrious lives, not one could claim to have sacrificed more for his 
country than these young men like Victor Dew.
  Lincoln was right that no meager words of ours can add or detract 
from their deeds. But Shakespeare was also right that their story 
should the good man teach his son.
  For that reason, I am proud to join a unanimous delegation from 
California in proposing that the post office in the town where Victor 
Dew lived and loved and returned as a fallen hero be named in his 
honor.

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