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On 25 March,2004,a family in Texas lost their son. For a bunch of guys sitting in the Iraqi desert,we lost a young man about our own age,a guy with a soft heart and quiet maturity. When Casper left us late that morning,and while we sat all afternoon in the hot Read on… Military unit organization isn’t the easiest concept to grasp. Unless you’re in regular contact with a particular branch of the military,you’re as lost as most of those Athenian youths in the Minotaur’s labyrinth. One of the things I’m typically asked when I meet someone new is what unit I belong to. My standard response Read on… Between work and a few other commitments,I’ve been feeling a little burnt out lately. There have been a few things dragging on me,and as much as I’d like to put something up here today,I’m left here standing empty-handed. It’s really is getting me down a bit;I want so badly to write,Read on… I don’t ever want to see United 93 again. As a platoon function,the guys I work with voted to spend the early portion of Thursday afternoon watching United 93. Having a decent idea of what was in store,I abstained from voting. To be honest,I really didn’t want to go. I still wish Read on… | ||||
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One carry-on,one personal item
In my time I’ve packed for more than my fair share of trips.
As a kid splitting time between my mother’s house in Northwestern Minnesota and my father’s house in Southwestern Wisconsin I’d bring along a few key items,most important of which was my favorite stuffed animal,Harold the Bear (or simply,“Bear”). I Read on…