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10月25日 SparkySSG Terry D. Wagoner
Standing here reading a eulogy for a friend is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Despite what we know can happen, no one is ever prepared to lose someone they are close to. Knowing that my friend died a hero doesn’t make his death easier to accept and it doesn’t fill the emptiness left in my life as a result of his passing. I will forever be a better person because of my friendship with SSG Wagoner. John Stuart Mills said “War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.” SSG Wagoner was that better man. He did believe that there was something worth fighting for. He wasn’t a soldier simply because it was a job. He wasn’t planning on using his college fund and he wasn’t trying to escape from a boring life. SSG Wagoner could have made a life anywhere, but he chose to be a soldier. After one tour in Iraq, he reenlisted and chose to remain a soldier. He believed in what he was doing and he believed he was doing something good for a purpose greater than himself. It seems cliché to say someone was dedicated to the Army, the mission, and their unit, because some generic variation of that phrase is in every award citation printed by the Army. In this case, however, there is a huge amount of truth contained in that passage. SSG Wagoner was dedicated to the Army. He was an outstanding soldier. He was dedicated to our Troop. He worked tirelessly to accomplish any mission. Weather it was a combat mission or building a bookcase for an office, SSG Wagoner approached it with the same enthusiasm. Mostly though, SSG Wagoner was my friend. He was energetic, friendly, curious, addicted to coffee, smoked a pack of cigarettes every day, and prayed every night. His hands were never clean because he was always working on something. He only had a few close friends, and I consider myself lucky to have been one of them. SSG Wagoner was a good soldier. He worked hard, he cared about his troops, he cared about his unit, accomplishing his unit’s mission, and he cared about being a soldier. That made him stand out, but it wasn’t what defined him. What defined Sparky was his fierce loyalty to his friends, his love for his wife Kate and his daughter Diana. SSG Wagoner was infinitely curious and possessed almost boundless energy. He wanted to know how everything mechanical worked. He fixed everything. Even if it wasn’t broken. Anything that worked just fine could always be made to work better. He had a practically new truck and was planning to replace the engine with one that was bigger. Most children want money or toys from their parents. SSG Wagoner’s father told me that he wanted his old lawnmower when he was younger. In Iraq, he rewired entire buildings, repaired vehicles, built walls, rebuilt water pumps, and anything else that happened to be in his path. Fueled by endless cups of coffee, SSG Wagoner worked for hours. He would go 15 or 16 hours without stopping and then volunteer for duty in the middle of the night. We would wake up in the mornings and always be surprised by something. A room would be rearranged or an office cleaned or even the entire contents of one room moved to a completely different room. It seemed he never ran out of energy and never ran out of things to do. It was those two attributes that made 1SG Brod nick name him Sparky. Today, I have referred to him as SSG Wagoner or Terry Wagoner, or as his family called him, Daniel, but I, and many others will always remember him as Sparky. Junior soldiers even called him SGT Sparky and referred to his wife as Mrs. Sparky. If there was ever a name that brought to mind an image of a person, this was it. Sparky fit his personality perfectly. So many people called him Sparky that he even began to refer to himself as Sparky. Most of us stencil our last and first name on our belongings. His simply said “Sparky”. Sparky was one of my best friends. For the last year and a half we were part of an inseparable trio. Sparky, 1SG Brod, and I lived together, worked together, ate together, watched movies together, went on missions together, and laughed together. We shared our ideas, our dreams, our problems, and our joys. We will grieve his death and we will always have a small piece of our lives incomplete without him, but I find peace in the knowledge that someday, I will see him again. By that time he will probably have a garage door opener installed on the pearly gates be trying to rebuild angel’s wings to get more horsepower, but he’ll be there waiting with his crooked smile, a cup of coffee, and a nametag on his shirt that says, “Sparky”. 5月16日 LeaveI am on Convelescent Leave. I get 30 days of leave to heal and 90 days of no physical training. I went running this morning. It gave me a headache. A bad one. I should probably trust my doctor a little more. I'm going to Florida tomorrow to see my mom. She is worried about me. I'm the baby. I'm 40, but I'm still the baby. I wouldn't have it any other way. However, the trip to Florida will probably give me a headache also. For a completely different reason.
People have come up to me at various times and they always say, "I want to thank you for what you are doing / have done over there."
I love these people. They take the time to express their thanks to me. They make me feel good. I would never in a million years be rude to someone like that. HOWEVER..I always think to myself that this person who went out of their way to thank me for what I am doing really has no idea what I do. They don't know what any of us do. They are under the impression that we are fighting for a safer America, securing the future for all of our children, building a better world and preserving democracy. Without getting myself in to trouble, let me assure you that those may be our goals, but it really isn't what we do.
Hang out around some Vietnam Vets. You know, those guys who we all thought were crazy when they bitched because the government wouldn't let them fight a war. They put them in a strange country and then tied one arm and both legs behind their backs. They aren't just bitching. Those who fail to learn from history are destined to repeat it. Or whatever that quote is.I am now sympathetic toward them. I completely understand their point. Perhaps at some future PTSD group therapy, we can compare notes and understand each other.
5月14日 Everything changesI wonder if anyone even reads this anymore. I guess that would be one change.
Eight months ago I went to Iraq. I was a staunch supporter of our President and all the decisions the leaders of our country have made about that country. Thats another change. Don't even start with the "I told you so", because I probably didn't change my opinion to the opinion you would like. Do I think it was wrong to invade Iraq? I'm apathetic. I don't care. Do I think American policy is working in Iraq? That's above my paygrade. Do I think the people of Iraq need our help? Again, I am apathetic. I don't care. I'm happy to be alive and home. That's enough for now. Will I go back? Probably. I heal quick. Does that make me happy. No. It actually scares me. That doesn't mean I will do stupid shit like moving to Canada, just that it's dangerous. Being blown up by fanatical cowards is not how I like to spend my day.
Cindy Sheehan is an idiot. That won't ever change. I just don't think she is as wrong as I once did.
One day when I am not in the Army, I'll put my opinions and thoughts in print and tell the world (or at least who wants to listen) what they don't see on the nightly news. FOX and CNN don't lie. They tell the truth. They omit everything that matters.
I'm happy to be home, no matter the circumstance, at the same time, I feel guilty for being here. I won't even try to explain that one. If you know what I mean, I'm soorry, because it means you have been in my position before. If you don't understand, I hope you never have to find out.
6月10日 Abu Musab al-ZarqawiWell, a dead Abu Musab al-Zarqawi seems to be the flavor of the week, so I thought I'd give my opinion on the whole thing.
A lot of people say he was just doing what any one of us would do if it the U.S. being occupied by an Army from abroad, but he really wasn't. He was more like a Canadian leading a bunch of Canadians to overthrow a government in the U.S. that he didn't like. Truthfully, he din't have much of a reason to be in Iraq, except that he wanted to wage war on the western ideas that the U.S. represents. Granted, some western customs truly don't need to be exported and people should resist them as much as possible, but democracy and freedom aren't on that list.
Am I happy he's dead? No. I don't get happy and celebrate anyones demise and I think it would have been more beneficial to our cause to capture him alive. I'm not going to mourn his passing and I don't think he is partying with 72 virgins right now either. Hell, I don't even know where he could find 72 virgins without raiding a Pre-School anyways.
Will it change the state of affairs in Iraq? I don't think so. There will be a brief setback to the insurgents and a brief sense of accomplishment to those who opposed him, but there is always another nut case looking for a job in upper management. See, it's really not about what someone opposes any longer. It's about those who despise the United States having the opportunity to strike at us in the relative safety of a war torn country where they can remain hidden. I can't honestly believe any of these people care about the country of Iraq, nor are they as religious as they claim to be. They are staunchly against anything the U.S. does or says. We could write a 1 million dollar check to every citizen of the world and someone would hate us for it. 6月7日 My MyspaceYes..I broke down and did a MySpace thingy. Click here for it. Make me you friend. I want to seem popular to the rest of the world! 6月2日 TOKYO ROSEDuring World War II, the Japanese developed a way to demoralize the American forces. Psychological warfare experts developed a message they felt would work They gave the script to their famous broadcaster "Tokyo Rose" and every day she would broadcast this same message packaged in different ways, hoping it would have a negative impact on American GI's morale. What was that demoralizing message?
It had three main points: 1. Your President is lying to you. 2. This war is illegal. 3. You cannot win the war.
Does this sound familiar? Is it because Tokyo Hillary, Tokyo Harry, Tokyo Teddy, Tokyo Nancy, etc. have picked up the same message and are broadcasting it on TokyoCNN, TokyoABC, TokyoCBS, TokyoNBC etc., to our troops? The only difference is that they claim to support our troops before they demoralize them. Come to think of it, Tokyo Rose told the troops she was on their side also Robot BartenderRobot Bartender A man enters a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender. The robot serves him a perfectly prepared cocktail, and then asks him, "What's your IQ?" The man replies "150" and the robot proceeds to make conversation about global warming factors, quantum physics and spirituality, biochemistry, environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nanotechnology, and sexual proclivities. The customer is very impressed and thinks, "This is really cool." He decides to test the robot. He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink. Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink and asks him, "What's your IQ?" The man responds, "about 100." Immediately the robot starts talking, but this time, about football, NASCAR, baseball, supermodels, favorite fast foods, guns, and women's body parts. Really impressed, the man leaves the bar and decides to give the robot one more test. He heads out and returns, the robot serves him and asks, "What's your IQ?" The man replies, "Er, 50, I think." And the robot says... real slowly, "So... is.. your... party... gonna... nominate... Hillary... for...president ???
It's just a joke...don't flame me with "I love Hillary" comments. 5月19日 Random ThoughtsHere I am in Louisiana, it's 2AM and I am full of random thoughts. I thought you may or may not enjoy them, but I'm tired and I don't care if you do or not.
1. Coopedgirl is my favorite online person. She writes stuff that is so personal. It's almost like being a voyeur...from a thousand miles away! She makes me see colors. Her and my wife are the only 2 people in the world who can do that or know what the heck I am talking about.
2. Louisiana is not a place where I want to live.
3. I'm not ready to die for real. I died in our pretend war and it was rather traumatic. Real forms were filled out for a fake death and it was quite sobering to see my name on that form.
4. I want the world to be happy. If you can't be happy, be quiet.
5. If you look like you are going to shoot at me, I am going to smoke you and it will be overkill. I have no problem obliterating you so I can go home and grow old with my family.
6. My wife is my favorite person in the world. I missed her birthday and mothers day because I am not home. I'll make it up, once I get home and get some rest. This year will be 22 years we have been married, and we aren't even 40. We were high school sweethearts and still are. I love her with all my heart and thank God every day she stays with me. God knows I don't deserve it sometimes.
7. My back hurts.
8. I have been away from home for 21 days. 3 weeks. Compared to a year in Iraq, thats a cake walk. So how come I just want to be at home.
9. One day I am going to be a Sergeant Major.
10. My wife is a hottie.
11. If I ever go to England I would like to meet the Queen and Rache. Mostly Rache, because she's cool, then the Queen because I have always wanted to be a Knight in Shining Armor.
12. I really don't like guys. All of my friends are female...and my wife is cool with that. I work with all guys though. I wouldn't want a woman on my vehicle. I'd worry that she was gonna get shot. I prefer to just worry about me being shot.
13. I want my daughter to stay 10.
14. People who carry RPG's really bother me.
15. People who shoot RPG's at me bother me more.
16. 15 rounds from a 25mm chain gun make bothersome people disappear.
17. I wish I had something special about me. Poetry, playing an instrument, tall, whatever...just something special. Something that sets me apart from the mainstream.
18. Polls are rigged. No one ever ask me my opinion and it is usually the opposite of whatever poll is out at the moment.
19. I want someone to write a story or a poem about me.
20. I want to write a novel. A love story. A mystery. A thriller. All in one. Or just an amusing autobiography.
21. I am way to emotional to be a tough guy soldier. I hide it well though.
22. It's fun to be in love.
23. I'm going to stop now. My back hurts. I'm tired. I'll do a real entry when I get home. 5月3日 Out of the areaI'll be gone till the end of May. I'll have war stories when I get back and I'll get to writing them. Well...not real war stories. Probably more stories of what I don't like about being in Louisana. UGH. 4月6日 Racism in CongressI read a story yesterday that I almost couldn't believe. I don't know where it is, but search for "Stupid Congress woman" and it should pop up.
Here's the deal. Members of Congress are given a pin to wear so that they may be recognized by security when they by-pass security at the capitol building. A woman who is a member of congress did not wear her pin and by-passed security anyways. A capitol police officer told her to stop 3 times. Three. Yes, thats right. THREE TIMES. She didn't stop. She didn't identify herself. She just kept walking. The police officer placed his hand on her to stop her and she turned around and hit him. Yep...hit the poor guy who protects her every day. Then to explain her actions, she says the guy was profiling her because she had an afro. Not because she is black. Because she had an afro. She said it's all about the hair style. and she said America needs to wake up because this kind of racism is rampant in the U.S. I personally would have blacked her eye, cuffed her, and sent her to jail, but this guy just took it. He must really love his job. Today she "expressed regret" over the incident and apologized to the members of the house. Not to the guy she hit, but to members of the house. Coincidentally, today, the incident was also sent to a federal grand jury to see if she would be prosecuted. Is she sorry or scared???? 3月23日 Survey finds many Brits dial N — for naked
Survey finds many Brits dial N — for naked
I don't personally care what state of dress, (or undress) someone is in when I talk to them on the telephone, I can only recall a handfull of times the thought has even crossed my mind. I really worry about anyone who commisions a study like this. Now, I'm always going to wonder.....reading news has poisened my mind! 3月19日 Talking about Christmas in IraqI wrote this in November. November 20th. That was was 4 months ago. That means 8 months until John gets home and 6 or 7 months before I leave. John should be coming home for "mid-tour" sometime soon. I will give him a day or two with his family and then Al and I are going to pick him up and go fishing, and will attempt once again to rid the world of any and all alcohol. I don't even drink...I'm probably gonna regret that when i wake up on the lake shore. :o) Quote Christmas in Iraq Vets back from Iraq with stories to tell
Vets back from Iraq with stories to tell
"Soldiers are nonpartisan," explained Staff Sgt. Larry Gill of the National Guard. "We could give a rat's heehaw about same-sex marriage or other issues. We're given a job to do, and you go out and do your job. Because if you don't, someone's going to get hurt or die."
I don't like the media. I usually don't agree with much they write while covering the war in Iraq. In this story, though, someone just wrote the story. They just put in the quotes and opinions of soldiers and left their personal opinions at home. This is a story of soldiers and the way they feel and their memories without the politics and Bush / Blair bashing. If more of these were written and widely disbursed, perhaps sentiment at home would change some. 3月18日 Tom Cruise and the dixie chicks.
3月4日 Army opens criminal probe of Tillman’s death
Army opens criminal probe of Tillman’s death
This story both saddens and amazes me. Pat Tillman was a great guy. He was a proud, patriotic American that did what few people could truthfully say they would do. He put his NFL career on hold to be a soldier. He didn't "give it up", he just put it on hold till he could get back. I'm the first to admit that I admire what Pat Tillman did. I don't agree with all this investigation B.S. though. There have been more than 2000 people killed in Iraq and Afganistan and more than one have been accidentally killed. Only one was a NFL star though, so there is only one very public investigation. What about the rest of the people that died needlessly because of a miscommunication or mistaken identity? What about Patrick Ray Nixon, a person I wrote about in my last post who may have been killed by friendly bombs? Whats going on with that criminal investigation? I guess my problem is I want everything fair. I think the same standard should be applied across the board. Oficers should get the same punishment as enlisted soldiers for the same crimes. The poor and unknown should get the same attention as the rich and famous. Besides, when you get right down to it, Pat Tillman was a Specialist in the U.S. Army. He was frightened, in the dark, fighting and unknown enemy. The person that shot him was probably another enlisted guy, frightened, in the dark, fighting an unknown enemy. Want to prosecute someone? Prosecute the people in the Tactical Operations Center that didn't let the units know they were operating so close to one another, but don't mess with the poor schmuck that was just trying to do his job and get home alive. Now then, about the Army telling a lie and informing Pat Tillmans family that he died a hero in a firefight. We all know every person on this earth tells a lie every single day. As far as I am concerned, this was one of the best, most useful lies ever told. When I go to Iraq, If I should die, no matter how it happens, even if I drown in crap by falling into a latrine, PLEASE, PLEASE, tell my family I died a hero, fighting for what I believe in. Let my children remember their father as a Great man and tell their future spouses that their father died a hero. Let my wife find some solice in the fact that I died doing great things. Let me be remembered as something that may bring comfort, no matter how slight, to my loved ones. Don't let them be bitter and hateful for the rest of their lives. Don't use me to divide a country and provide fodder to those with whom I don't agree. Unless I am in the act of comitting a crime when I die, just please tell my family I died a hero, fighting for what I believe in, and doing the job I love most.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;Age will not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning,We will remember them.
(Poem stolen from and reposted without permission from 1POW.) 2月25日 Arlington (the song)Have you ever heard the song "Arlington" by Trace Adkins? If not, it's a country song, not about any single person, but I suppose, a fictional military service member that has been killed and is being buried at Arlington National Cemetary. The song itself is quite moving, spiritual, and a tear jerker for some. The video is even better. You can see it at http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/adkins_trace/artist.jhtml .
Anyways, I was watching this video and toward the end of the video, and in some parts throughout the video, a standard military headstone is flashed on the screen. It's easy to see the name, CPL Patrick Ray Nixon. Other than the name, the details are hard to make out. I paused the video in the right spot and read the full face of the headstone. It is the headstone of CPL Patrick Ray Nixon, United States Marine Corp. CPL Nixon died March 23rd, 2003 serving in Operation Iraqui Freedom. He was also awarded the Purple Heart. Seeing this in the video made me curious, so I googled CPL Nixon to see what else is out there about him. I wasn't reall surprised by the results, but it was comforting to find out that he won't be forgotten. Not just because of the video, but because of a lot of things.
CPL Nixon was the first Tennessee native killed in Iraq. A distinction that him and his family would have rather done without, I'm sure.
CPL Nixon may or may not have been killed by the enemy. It seems that at the same time his unit was under a fierce attack by the insurgent forces, they were also under attack by friendly aircraft. It was impossible to tell, so there may never be a definitive answer to this one.
CPL Nixon has a bridge in his hometown named in his honor.
CPL Nixon is buried at Arlington National Cemetary, Section 60, Site 7865, right next to Major Gregory Stone. He's one of the people killed by Army Sargeant Hassan with a grenade attack in Kuwait.
I'm sure there are more reasons to remember him and I'm sure his family has a million reasons. In the song, it mentions that this person saw his Grandfather at the Cemetary. I have no idea if Cpl Nixons' grandfather is buried in Arlington also. I'll try to find out though.
2月17日 Redstone Arsenal, AlabamaHas anyone noticed that I have been absent for a week or so? Probably not. I now know more about aviation than I should. I have had headings, bearings, MSL, AGL, and airspace deconfliction until I am blue in the face. Who would have guessed you need to know that to fly a radio controlled airplane in the busiest airspace in the world? Amazing. Let me tell you though. The RAVEN unmanned Aerial Vehicle is a bad ass toy. That's about all I can say, but let me reiterate. The RAVEN is a BADASS toy. I want one to keep at home! Tomorrow, after my final exam, I will be one of the multitude of people certified to fly one all by my little, lonesome, self. I can't wait to get one in Iraq. Not that I am in a hurry to go, but toys are toys and I am a man! 2月5日 New Orleans: A matter of perceptionI love a good arguement and the city of New Orleans seems to provide endless fodder. A recent visitor left a comment on here that has the beginnings of many great arguments.
First, I guess is a matter of perception. The writer insist that the City of New Orleans, Pre-Katrina, was one of the most beautiful cities in the U.S. I wish to ask him where was he looking? One cathedral and a mall do not make a beautiful city. Months before Katrina, I visited New Orleans and was amazed at what a dirty, filthy, stinking, pile of rotting garbage the city was, and still is. I witnessed thousands of disgusting people living in trashy welfare apartments. Garbage littering the streets. Streets that smelled of urine. Thieves preying on tourist. Filthy kids running the streets. Grafitti on walls. and on and on and on. If this is your idea of beauty, you need to travel more. I must remind you that one nice neighborhood does not make a beautiful city, nor does one doctorate make a city educated. I also must remind you that while you, possesing a doctrate in New Orleans, may seem somewhat of an oddity, don't assume others are as uneducated as your fellow citizens. In other major cities in the U.S., you wouldn't be nearly as elite as you are now.
Next, If the people of the city had been allowed to clean up the trash off the streets, it would have been less expensive and faster. The problem with that statement is that you are missing the whole reason New Orleans is such a shithole to begin with. The majority of the people won't get up and do anything to help themselves, much less clean up garbage. The people of New Orleans, including the mayor, would rather go on national TV and tell the world they aren't getting enough free money from donations and welfare programs than find a job and help themselves. Generational poverty isn't cured by continually feeding money to the people who refuse to work for it.
Last, since this subject really pisses me off, is the fact that you seem proud to have sent a large number of criminals to Houston. Awhile back, I said Katrina was a huge sociology experiment. Take people out of their natural habitat where they believe they are oppressed and unable to function as real citizens and put them in another enviroment where they are given a helping hand and see if they prosper or remain worthless leeches on society. I guess we now have our answer.
OK, OK, this is really the last thing. It has to do with the idiot mayor of New Orleans. Did any of you see the speech where he proclaimed New Orleans to be the "Chocolate City"? He says "God wants the city to be a Chocolate City and he doesn't care what the white people in the nice uptown area thinks." I think when almost 70 percent of the people depend on the taxes paid by the 30%, he damn well better care what they think. If they decide to leave, that sucking souund won't be a broken levy, it'll be all of the tax dollars moving to some other town. There hasn't been a lot of press about this though. Imagine if the Mayor of Atlanta made a speech and said he wanted to make Atlanta the "Vanilla" city. That would be front page news for 6 months and the mayor would have been impeached and executed! My Brother, Again.I'm not entirely sure why my brother reads the Washington Post. I guess it's because he is the intellectual type and finds this paper enlightening. For whatever reason though, he does read it, and occasionally lambast one of their columnist with a letter that will never see print in the newspaper but deserves to be read by many. So, in my quest to be a fair and balanced site with many points of view, I present to you another letter from my brother.
In your haste to ridicule the president, you mentioned that he lives in a “bubble” and is out of touch. To that end, you are angry over his reaction (or lack thereof) toward New Orleans. Yes, the public is quite tired of hearing “New Orleans” as it means having to spend more of our taxpayer dollars to bail out a city that: Through their own fault, created this mess. They chose to ignore the levee problem for 42 years. The city has a very rich history of graft and corruption. The city has the highest crime rate and the highest rate of illiteracy in the nation. Even at its best of days, the city was quite dirty and shamefully ugly.
Before Katrina hit the city, the mayor and other officials did absolutely nothing to safeguard resources. Hundreds of school busses and other government vehicles were left abandoned to become ruined by the flooding. In fact, the mayor of a city who is already well below sea level DID NOT order a mandatory evacuation until 24 hours before the storm hit. This in itself is criminal and the good mayor has yet to answer for his inactions. The resulting misery was only more pronounced by wonderful New Orleans citizens who looted businesses, not for food or water, but also for expensive electronics, tools, and sporting goods. Of course, the press decries the idea that these people are looters. New Orleans, yet again, is confronting graft, corruption, and outright theft even after the hurricane. In fact, it is downright embarrassing. Once the finger pointing began, we found out that Louisiana was too busy playing politics and would not let portable emergency rooms, police with firearms, or Red Cross assistance into the state. Rather, every one of these resources went across the state line and assisted Mississippi, who welcomed them with open arms. Fine New Orleans citizens who were evacuated to Houston, San Antonio, and other cities are responsible for increased violent crime rates within the host cities. Thousands of FEMA trailers sat empty because Louisiana was having difficulty trying to figure out where to put them. This is laughable. Now we have teary-eyed people being interviewed by the media demanding that we (the taxpayers) keep paying for their hotel rooms because they have nothing. In seven of the interviews, the woman was being interviewed while holding a baby while the guy, shirtless, was lying on the bed. Why was not anything said about he, or she, getting a job? It is for these reasons that the people of the United States are tired of hearing about Katrina. We are sick of sending money to a filthy, corrupt city that is still sinking! I, who lives in Orlando, have endured and survived four hurricanes in the past two years. In one year, two of them passed overhead while the other one grazed us. It was MY responsibility to have adequate insurance on my house. It was MY responsibility to stockpile enough food and water to last until I could get some more, legally and safely. The government had nothing to do with it. They did not make me live in Florida; I chose to live here and, as such, am responsible for what happens to me during natural disasters. The only thing I expect the government to do is to repair the infrastructure so that life can move on. I am curious though, when did Katrina and the lack of action by the governor of the state and the mayor of the city become solely George Bush’s fault? Actually, it is you who are in the bubble, not the rest of America Terry S. Jones Sanford, Florida 2月3日 How to be an Iraqui.As you know, I've spent the past two weeks or so pretending to be an Iraqui. An Iraqui Police Chief to be exact. I was an inhabitant of the makebelieve village of Al-Jabbar nestled in the backwoods of Fort Hood. My village was a training site for cordon and search operations. Onsite, we had 2 cultural advisors everyday. They even acted with us. On lady, who left Baghdad in the late 90's acted as a school teacher or a doctor, depending on the scenario. The gentlman, Mike, acted as the Iman. This may come as a shock to some of you who are familiar with my opinions, but it really sucks to be on the recieving end of an American cordon and search. I now believe that with one wrong move, we could create more insurgants than we kill. It really pissed me off when I was a pro-coalition police chief and the Americans took mine and my officers weapons, searched us or wouldn't allow us access to our own town. Of course, it also pissed them off when I wasn't a good cop and would car bomb their entire search team. Somehow we gotta figure out how to tell the good guys from the bad guys. Maybe they would agree to wear different colored shirt so we know who to shoot.
TOTALLY UNRELATED SUBJECT----I have a cyber-friend who I started out not liking, but have discovered she is quite likeable and interesting. She is also a helicopter pilot, which may be why I didn't like her. They tend to refer to people like me as earth bound ground pounders. However, I have been given the opportunity to level the playing field a bit. I leave next week to go to school to be a pilot. Not a Helicopter pilot either. I will learn to fly a spy plane. Sounds great, doesn't it!!! Sadly, my plane will be a "RAVEN" man portable unmanned aerial vehicle. It'll be really cool to fly, but it's still something else I have to carry. I can't wait to buzz the tower and sing sappy love songs in the bar. I hope I get a cool nick-name. |
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