In 2007 Brian Williams repeated his lies about a rocket propelled grenade attack in an eulogy and possibly a funeral for General Wayne Downing.
Here‘s a link to William’s eulogy.
We gathered today at West Point for a farewell to Gen. Wayne Downing, with full military honors. Posted below is what I wrote following Wayne’s death. Today we gave our friend a fitting military tribute, accompanied by some great and heroic warriors. Following his burial, after the sound of 17 cannon rounds were fired out over the Hudson River Valley, the stillness of the gravesite was broken only by the sound of a passing train — on the very same tracks that carried Wayne Downing here for the first time on June 6th, 1958.
We hope you can join us for our broadcast tonight, from the grounds of the U. S. Military Academy.
Williams or his staff then reposted this essay from which GotNews.com quotes.
If I told the story of how Wayne got us into Iraq during the start of combat operations, he’d come back from the dead to kill me. On one particular occasion, he talked me into going on a “day trip” with an Army Reserve Unit — a flotilla of four twin-rotor Chinook helicopters on a mission we couldn’t discuss. Each chopper carried a heavy section of a military bridge, flying slowly and at only 100 feet above the desert terrain. We were headed to the Euphrates River. It was the bridge that, once assembled, would carry the Third Infantry Division north to Baghdad.
Looking back at that day, I now like to say we encountered the first insurgents of the war. Wayne peered out of a plexiglass bubble window on board the chopper and was watching the terrain below as we flew. He said over the intercom system that it didn’t “look good” to him on the ground. I now know what he meant: no U.S. forces had yet been where we were. This was un-patrolled territory. Not long after Wayne’s warning, some men on the ground fired an RPG through the tail rotor of the chopper flying in front of ours. There was small arms fire. A chopper pilot took a bullet through the earlobe. All four choppers dropped their heavy loads and landed quickly and hard on the desert floor. Wayne never said aloud (to the young and relatively inexperienced crew) what we all knew to be true: he was the senior officer, by a long shot, retirement or not. He very soon took de facto control of our situation — and when an American mechanized platoon came upon us, Wayne helped the young commander, a Captain and fellow West Pointer, set up a perimeter around those four big green birds, which at the time felt more like sitting ducks. Within hours an epic sandstorm later nicknamed “Orange Crush” moved in from the West with a gritty vengeance. We needed help and we needed fuel, and it quickly became apparent we weren’t going anywhere for a while. The soldiers protecting us spotted two Iraqis approaching with an RPG on that first night, and killed them. Those days in the desert amounted to my first exposure to U.S. troops in this war. It was also my first exposure to Wayne Downing. I lived to tell the tale, and came away indebted, impressed and in awe.
Thanks to Ron Brynaert for drawing this to GotNews.com’s attention.