I turned off Rifle River Road onto the snow-covered driveway leading to the Ogemaw County Fairgrounds. Two sets of tire tracks told me I was last to arrive. Following them, I passed a collection of small historic buildings gathered from around the community to form the Antique Village. During Fair Week each August, crowds wanderedContinue reading “To Honor Their Courage and Commitment”
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The Mighty Pen Project
For several years, I have participated in the Mighty Pen Project, an intensive writing class for veterans sponsored by the Virginia War Memorial. https://vawarmemorial.org/mightypen The professor is David L. Robbins: Learn more about David here: https://www.davidlrobbinsauthor.com/ David has helped and encouraged us to tell the stories that should not be forgotten. Some are personal, meantContinue reading “The Mighty Pen Project”
Okay So Far
Camp Chesty, on the outskirts of An Numaniyah, occupied a patch of desert the Marines had taken from the Iraqis on 3 April on their way to Baghdad. Part airfield, it hosted the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force headquarters and subordinate units, housed in tents. Each unit had its own space, separated from the others byContinue reading “Okay So Far”
Front Toward Enemy
The corpsman whispered, “One of those terrorists is here.” I rounded the corner, expecting to see the face of evil. Young enough to be my son, you lay shackled on a gurney. Face ashen, body not yet man-sized, you looked like one of us. How had you become a threat? Had an elder seen youContinue reading “Front Toward Enemy”
Kuwaiti Exchange
The sign on the door reads, “Please keep closed. Air conditioning is on.” Entering, it hits me. A kiosk of keychains. We had not been inside a building for months. A shelf of sneakers. Many had lost legs, feet to IEDs and shrapnel. A carousel of chocolate. It’s 130 degrees. Watches. Only if they canContinue reading “Kuwaiti Exchange”
Eyesore
There is something in my eye. Sand. Always sand. But this feels bigger than the talc-like stuff that blows around us constantly. I reach behind my left hip, pull the canteen out of its casing, and unscrew the top. Since the 5-ton truck I am riding in has stopped, I move to the tailgate, leanContinue reading “Eyesore”
The Same Flight
The commute to Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune was short, but once inside, I had five miles of live ordinance range to cross to French Creek, home of the 2nd Medical Battalion. Along the way I passed the gas chamber, where twice a year we donned masks in a toxic environment to ensure readiness. WhenContinue reading “The Same Flight”
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