Saturday, February 24, 2007
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Writings and musings on the eccentric beauty of sacrifice. Come journey and write with us. We are resolved to capture something positive in a troubled world and laugh when we can along the way. This, then, is dedicated in Loving Memory to LCpl. Aaron C. Austin, USMC KIA Fallujah, Iraq on April 26, 2004. Rock On...
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That is Homad and the Major. Maj. Brian Bea is from Nothern Oregon and is our OIC of the clinic here at Camp Phoenix.
Ohyeah, and yes that is me standing there behind the Major
Thanks Major Bea! I'll have to alert Flag Gazer who is from central Oregon. Please continue to share future news with us.
Rick Loomis from LA Times did photojournalism concerning the Corpsman and Medic. I don't know if he is still working in that genre, but I would love for him to know this story. Doc met him at Aaron's Silver Star ceremony. I think I'll email these to him.
And I thought that was you, Doc. I look forward to seeing you again. I can picture you standing that way, and I don't remember exactly where, but you look good and carry yourself so very well.
What on earth is a burn barrel. It is too terrible for words. virgie bell wants to know
Maybe it's like the kind of trash cans we once had when trash burning was allowed. I'm not sure. Maybe Doc can tell us.
It does sound terrible. It's easy to see how much the father loves the son. Of course. I wonder how or where Homad's mother is?
Virgie, call me. I bet I'm in a bigger snit than you right now. hehe ... oh yeah, I said it. My snit is bigger than yours!
Since most of the homes here have no power, in the winter to keep warm, tha families place a small barrel under the kitchen table with a fire in it that goes all day just like a fire place in our homes, and gather around it ot eat meals, converse and such. Homad's mother was using ht bathroom and he climbed into it being curious like all little boys are, he was in so much pain that he couldn't figure out how to get out,
Doc Duty
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