Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Well Done


Well I'm getting ready to go home for Christmas leave and wanted to leave this year with a picture and a tribute to some really good friends. In this photo are some instrumental folks in the ministry to soldiers at FT Jackson. The first is COL Karl Voigt our former BN Commander. He supported our ministry with all the resources that we ever needed. He attended our services weekly and was a great encouragement to us. The second is SFC Dan Roberts. I cannot say enough about him. He is no longer with me at my new Battalion, and he is sorely missed. He exemplified professionalism at every turn. He's passionate and committed. I am convinced the ministry would have failed without his outstanding performance. Finally there are the guys from Kenny Got Saved. Jared, Brian, Jeff and Dean are our band. They bring life with them. All of them are regular guys that God is doing extraordinary things with. You can check out their website at www.kennygotsaved.com This picture was after our last service at the FT Jackson Post Theater back in late September. All of these men made the mission of providing dynamic worship services to the soldiers at FT Jackson possible. In the 16 months we worked together over 400 soldiers found salvation in Jesus, many more were encouraged in their faith. I know that what these men did has eternal effects for the Kingdom of God. Well done everyone!
Now I'm moving down the street to 1-61 Infantry in a new office and a new environment. The band will be coming back to lead worship for us at Vanguard Chapel. I'm looking forward to more amazing things from God!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

The Blessing Lady


Physical training or PT is a part of life on a military installation. During our slow times of the year and during winter, I spend alot of time at Perez Gym. Its a great facility on FT Jackson to get my "PT On". Today I ran into a very special lady. I call her the blessing lady, but her name is Dean. I don't know how old she is, but her granddaddy fought in the Civil War. She's seen alot in her years. I was watching her today as she walked around the track and periodiclly she stopped and talked with people. She puts her hand on their shoulder and then I see each person close their eyes. She was praying for them. She did this for me a few months ago. Now being a Chaplain I'm supposed to be all spiritual. But her level of boldness just to reach out to people was inspiring to me. She walked up to me one day and said, "Have I blessed you yet?" I said, "No you haven't but I'll sure take one!" So she did. She prayed for me and she does this for so many at Perez Gym. She probably doesn't realize that she is the blessing. I fear that this generation has lost its respect for the "gray hairs". Dean is a blessing to me becasue her whole mission in life is to come to the gym and "bless" people. I suppose some people feel a bit uncomfortable with that, but she's cool with it, she just keeps on blessing. I hope and pray that if God allows me to see my 80's that I'll be a blessing to others then as she is now. Hope you enjoy the picture of the blessing lady!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

The broken antler and the Arrival of the King!



Its late fall and for me and my son that means spending long hours together in the woods of NC waiting patiently and sometimes in my son’s case not so patiently for that one big buck deer to show himself. One day this week I was reading in my ground blind and around the corner of the creek that one big buck deer did show himself. I waited for the right moment, and let a round from my .308 go flying. The deer immediately went down. I was so very thankful. My heart raced, my spirit soared at the thought of a full freezer and those log hours of preparation rewarded. That was until I got up to go and retrieve the big guy. Through my binoculars I could tell he was at least an 8 pointer. For those of you that don’t know that is a good deer. My buddies met me by the creek and we went to the spot where I shot him…nothing! We looked for any blood on the ground, nothing! Then my friend Robbie said, “Hey dude, there’s his horn!” On the ground was lying 1 broken antler. I was nauseous. I had shot his antler off! How did I shoot that high? We looked around and by now there were four of us, including my buddy who is our local wildlife officer, with camera in hand to record the moment. But we were robbed of that. I found a sapling about one inch in diameter that had a brand new horizontal crease through the bark. My round had struck the tree and caused the bullet to veer upward! I never saw it from 80 yards away. Something so small caused me to miss what I had been longing for. I was so close, but so far. All that being said its closing in on Christmas. In the church we call it advent or the arrival of the King. Long ago God decided to invade this world not with an Army, but with a zygote in the womb of a 14 year old girl. People had been longing for the arrival of Messiah, yet only a few really saw this miracle for what it was. Most were looking for a Warrior King, (by the way He will come in that role someday). But because of very little things like wrong attitudes, desire for power, a temporal rather than eternal focus, most missed it even though God Himself put a real, unbelievable, miracle sign in the sky to announce His invasion. But only some sheep herders and some star gazers from down east really got it. I pray that we’ll get it this year and not let something so small change our trajectory; that we ought to have our hearts waiting in glorious anticipation for the arrival of the King.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Glassing for deer



Being an 8 year old boy has to be one of the greatest times of life for a little man. For a dad its great to have an 8 year old too. My son is the spitting image of me, its hard to deny him. Its hunting season in November and this is Jack's first year going out with me to experience this oldest of traditions. For thousands of years men have taken their sons into the wilderness to teach them how to provide. In our day something of that has been lost with our superstores. But it doesn't change what is inside a man or a boy. There is something inate about being on the hunt. Men even make shopping trips like a hunt. There is no wandering, there must be a mission to get what it is you came for. Saturday was our first day in the woods together on a real hunt. It had been a completley frustraing day for me. Early on Saturday morning I shot a massive buck but as my hunting fortunes of late have had it, I lost it after 7 hours of tracking with my friends Jeremy and Keith. This has happened twice in the past two years. I was discouraged and hurt. My main concern was that this beautiful animal that I had shot was suffering in some awful thicket waiting to die. It is never the goal of the hunter to inflict pain. Our goal is to take the animal quickly and feed our family with that provision. I had almost given up on our afternoon hunt. It was windy, which meant the deer would be laying low, I was discouraged. But, I thoguht of how important this day would be to Jack. So we headed out into the woods. We sat in my ground blind and had just a great time of being together in the place where God made us to be. We didn't talk about profound truths, we were just together. We whispered, Jack looked through the binoculars, and he even took a nap. No we didn't get a deer, didn't even see one. But we got something more importnat...time. Time together as father and son. Jack got a memory of his first hunt and he got a good nap. I got to see my little boy growing up from that infant that I used to hold in one hand. It was precious and good. Enjoy the pictures of the little deer hunter and for heavens sake take your boys outside!

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Behind the 24 Hr News Channels

Found this article on the Army News Service. Thought you might want to read it today. Its not glam press. Its what is going on every day over there. Enjoy


Soldiers want to do mission, go homeNovember 8, 2006
The following is a commentary by Spc. Todd Selge. His unit, the 5th Battalion, 20th Infantry Regiment, is currently deployed to Iraq.WASHINGTON (Army News Service, Nov. 8, 2006) – When you hear news about the war in Iraq you usually hear it from a high-level Army spokesperson or you hear the media describe it as “another deadly day.” The view on the ground from the Soldier’s perspective is often overlooked. We are the ones who live the conflict every day, who see the progress day-to-day. We are the ones who experience the sorrows, who interact with the people, and who see the enemy’s effort to undo every good thing the Iraqi people and coalition forces have done. What every Soldier wants is to succeed in our mission and go home to our families. The things we do each day allow us the ability to do just that. My unit, 3rd Platoon, Company A, 5th Battalion, 20th Infantry, has seen many successes. The most important is getting the Iraqi security forces organized and capable of handling every problem that may arise in the future. Accomplishing this happens on all levels, from the commanders down to the average private. We have a training program through which Iraqi Army soldiers learn the same basic tasks every U.S. Army Soldier knows. The American Soldiers develop friendships with the Iraqi soldiers and police. We joke, eat, talk about family and conduct missions together. Every day, Soldiers are working hand-in-hand with Iraqis, teaching them to succeed in their jobs. Since we have been here, the Iraqi security forces have been the main effort – finding countless caches, killing or capturing anti-Iraqi personnel and thwarting attacks targeted at coalition forces. They continue to undermine the enemy and gain the confidence of their fellow countrymen.We are also building important and long-lasting relationships with the residents of surrounding communities. We go to schools and neighborhoods giving the kids backpacks full of supplies, handing out candy and hearing the concerns of the people. We ask about their basic services, such as food, water, electricity and fuel. We hand out cards with hotline numbers to address any problems, and we share handshakes. We see the smiles of a hopeful generation and we see the efforts of the anti-Iraqi forces to shatter these dreams. There has been a major effort by AIF to sell and hand out a wide variety of realistic-looking toy guns. The AIF’s hope is for the Iraqi army and coalition forces to engage the children, but with constant training and the help of the communities, we will yet again foil their plans to promote chaos and hatred.Every day we interact and help Iraq grow, we are one more day closer to success and one day closer to seeing our families. What does the average Soldier think every day? He wants to accomplish the mission. He wants to see the smiles of the Iraqi people last. He is grateful for everything he has back home and he wishes the very same freedom he is fighting for upon the country of Iraq.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Election Day, Buck Deer and Wild Trukeys



Today is election day. A lot of self important people will be on TV over the next few hours. I'll find something better to watch. November is an exciting month, not because of elections but because deer season comes in! The leaves have turned, the air is crisp and clear. In the woods you can feel the onset of winter. All of God's little varmints are busying themselves getting carb loaded for the winter. In NC deer season is just coming in. Its my favorite time of the year. Its not about killing. Its about being outside. I use a deer blind. It's sort of a tent used for hunting. Its camo and its also a great place to watch the forest. People tend to think that the forest is quiet. Hardly! The forest is alive! It moves. I leave my house about 400 am and get into my blind about 445. Its cold, last Saturday 22 degrees! Right before day break its deadly quiet. But as the sun rises in the east over the hills in Rowan CO, something flips a switch. It starts slow, a chirp here, a rustle there. But then before long the whole place is alive with movement, scurrying. There are squirrels hard at work gathering acorns and hickory nuts. The chipmonks are so loud too. They chirp like birds. The birds! Oh man, at least 20 species fluttering about singing the mornings praises. Then Saturday a flock of Wild Turkeys came right up on me. My Grandaddy used to say that if you ever saw one shoot it, becasue it would be the last one you'd ever see. But, the population has come back, they are everywhere. My son and I will go out Saturday for his first hunting trip. He's 8 years old and it should be one of those watermark days for him. My mom has a book about children that are nature deprived. In this techno/suburban/plastic culture that America has embraced, I do beleive we are raising a generation of nature deprived kids. I find that my relationship with God grows in intensity in the woods. Its not the forest itself, but its the solidtude, the being away from the world that I love. Its like coming out of the Matrix. Its where I feel most like a man. I've given you some pictures of where I hunt ((on my buddy Keith's property), including the turkeys. Hope you like them. Hey, if you get a chance today, take a walk in the woods and sit and listen, you'll be glad you did.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Graduation


I'm not sure what it feels like to see your son or daughter graduate from Basic combat training. Mine are still in grade school. But I think this picture sums it all up. Its my buddy Tommy from back in NC. His daughter just graduated today from her basic course at FT Jackson. He and his wife stood as the soldiers marched in the pass and review. The stands thumped with feet and echoed with claps and cheers as over 1400 soldiers walked past. 10 weeks ago they were civilians wondering what in the world they were doing. 10 weeks ago their families said goodbye with a tear. Today, those same kids, were a little different. They stand straighter, they say yes sir and yes ma'm. Tommy looked on with pride as the flag passed us by and then his daughter. I guess the amazing thing is that every week we graduate 1000-1400 soldiers. They all volunteered. They are not as some have suggested dumb or uneducated. They are most of them just kids, that have a sense of calling and have answered. They are well aware of the danger. Yes its scary and its serious. But they still come and all willingly. So say a prayer for those that defend you. Say a prayer for their families who are sacrificing as well. Say a prayer for our nation and its leaders today as well. I won't be posting for a few days. I'm heading home to

Monday, October 30, 2006

Final Out!




Well, after 18 months on station at FT Jackson the mission of the 2-485th Unit Ministry team has come to an end. We have seen almost 5000 new soldiers some through here. There have been 30 full 9 week training cycles. In that time we have had about 75 Sunday services. 75 times soldiers gathered together to worship God. 75 times they sang songs together prayed together. We've seen God do some amazing things. We saw one young man literally brought back to life on the floor of his barracks after a cardiac arrest. We have heard countless tales of God healing family members and soldiers. We've seen young soldiers push through difficulty and overcome. We've also seen over 400 of these embrace for the first time in their lives the salvation of Jesus Christ. Many had never been in a church at all. Some were atheists that found the light of Christ brought a freedom that they never dreamed possible. One young soldier last summer came to me after coming to grips with his own mortality on the grenade range of all places. He pleaded with me to give him some hope for beyond this life. He too embraced the life of Christ, the grace and mercy that we all so desperately need.

We've also made some really good friends that we'll never forget. Friendships forged in the Army are hard to beat. The fellowship of warriors is a bond that I wish all could know. It cannot be contrived or made up or bought, it must be experienced and lived and it only comes through difficulty, shared difficulty. 18 months ago I was on a plane headed for a mission to Afghanistan. I had no idea it would end up like this. God's ways are indeed not my ways and His plan is perfect for me and you. Over the next two months I'll taking some time off, going hunting with my boy, eating too much turkey, riding my motorcycle, fly fishing, and getting some sanity back to my household. In January I'll take over as the Chaplain at 1-61 INF and look forward to supporting them for few months before I go home. Thanks to everyone in 2-485th, its been a pleasure and an honor to serve as your Chaplain. Blessings to you as you move on!

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The BMW F650 goes to Victory Forge
















We were in the field this week and I finally completed the Motorcycle safety Course so I decided try out the off-road capabilities of my new bike. I'm less concerned about the bike now and more concerned with the rider. The bike performed like I thought it would, but the sand here makes for treacherous riding if you aren't used to riding in the really loose stuff. I was able to pack all my field gear on the back and spent several days in the woods with the soldiers. We did two field services where we took communion together, it was a great time of worship. In the picture to the right are my buddies from Echo CO's command team. This week we are all getting together so that the Chaplain can destroy them again in a spirited bout of Halo! More to follow!

Pictures for you!




Just thought I'd put of few pictures of us at work up the web for you, more to follow!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

You have been ransomed!


Got this devotional in my email inbox. Thought it might be a blessing to you today

Jesus of Nazareth was sentenced to death by a vain puppet of the Roman government acting as district governor of Jerusalem. He was nailed to a cross by a handful of Roman soldiers who happened to be on duty, and left there to die. He died sometime around three o’clock in the afternoon on a Friday. Of a broken heart, by the way. And we call it Good Friday, of all strange things, because of what it affected. An innocent man, the Son of God, bleeding for the sins of the world. Standing in for us, as Jack gives his life for Rose in Titanic, as Sydney Carton stands in to die for Charles Darnay in A Tale of Two Cities, or as Aslan dies on the stone table to ransom the traitor Edmund. We rebelled, and the penalty for our rebellion was death. To lose us was too great a pain for God to bear, and so he took it upon himself to rescue us. The Son of God came “to give his life as a ransom for many” (Matt. 20:28). You have been ransomed by Christ. Your treachery is forgiven. You are entirely pardoned for every wrong thought and desire and deed. This is what the vast majority of Christians understand as the central work of Christ for us. And make no mistake about it— it is a deep and stunning truth, one that will set you free and bring you joy. For a while. But the joy for most of us has proved fleeting, because we find that we need to be forgiven again and again and again. Christ has died for us, but we remain (so we believe) deeply marred. It actually ends up producing a great deal of guilt. “After all that Christ has done for you . . . and now you’re back here asking forgiveness again?” To be destined to a life of repeating the very things that sent our Savior to the cross can hardly be called salvation. Think of it. (Waking the Dead , 61–62)
From The Ransomed Heart, by John Eldredge, reading 292 Ransomed Heart Ministries http://www.ransomedheart.com/

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

What is all this black stuff?



I woke this morning at the usual 0450, headed to the bathroom for the first thing and after finishing the next thing I remember is waking up on the floor with my face in a pool of black liquid. For a minute I thought I was dreaming. I thought, what is all this black stuff everywhere? I noticed my face felt a bit weird so I pulled my hand close and notice the black stuff was dripping, running in fact, out of my face. I knew then that this wasn't black but red, it was just dark in my bedroom. I had very little situational awareness. The first thing out of my mouth was, "Jesus, help me!" I gathered myself up back to the bathroom and turned on the light and saw what looked like a cross between a horror movie and a Ric Flair/Harley Race wrestling match. There was blood everywhere, on me, on the floor on the door. I thought at first that I had aneurysm, but then noticed the blood gushing from a gash above my left eye. "Whew!" I thought, that was a close one, I'm not dying I'm just cut! I called a couple of my buddies and got Mike on the horn, told him what happened and he came and took me to the hospital. The Docs patched me up with 13 stitches. Then we had to figure out what happened. They ran all the tests, blood work, CT scan, EKG and the like...Nothing. They asked me a battery of questions....Nothing. I'm wearing a heart monitor now, but the Doc says there's nothing wrong with my heart. So what am I left with. Well without getting too spooky, I'm convinced as many of you are that this world is not only physical but spiritual as well. In the past few weeks I have been praying more, seeking God more, bending my will more to His. All in all I've been being blessed by the presence of Jesus. He is restoring my heart for His Kingdom and the mission He called me to. We are in a world at war, and our enemy, mankind and God's enemy, desires our downfall. Without monkeying with the sovereignty of God, which I can't anyway, I just believe I came under attack. But the kindness of God, of Jesus, rescued me when I asked Him, "Jesus help me!" And help me He did. My fellow soldiers have called and wished me well and many came to see me at the emergency room. Jesus helped me by surrounding me with warriors. He helped me with a praying wife who loves me dearly. Today I'm resting and praying and watching a really bad Jean Claude Van Damm movie. Tomorrow it'll be back to the fight, stitches and all!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Wild Men Campout



That's my boy! Dad's are mighty proud critters and I'm no exception. I've been mobilized away from my family since March of 2005. That is a long time for a dad to be away from his kids. I get precious few opportunities to be with my children. Little boys especially need their dads. Last week was a horribly busy week. I had been planning this campout with little Jack for several months. Wouldn't you know it, life got complicated at the end of last week. I became discouraged at the level of busyness I faced. Problems just kept coming up. Undoubtedly it was warfare to keep me from building into the life of my little man. I vowed I would make it a good weekend. My wife also reminded me of the crucial nature of this. She's wise like that. I made it home and we camped, we fished, we shot BB guns, we shot bows and arrows, we sat around a fire with other dads and sons and told stories, we ate hotdogs cooked on coat hangers and we built into the lives of our sons. We were cold in our tents, but I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else that night. Those two days cannot be bought or rented. They are irreplaceable. My son is 8 now. He thinks I am a superhero. I have about 5 years where he is attentive at this stage of being a boy. I plan on making the most of it and making more memories. I want him to know that his dad placed value on this most precious of relationships. My thanks to Jeremy and Robbie and the Harkey family for their hard work in a great weekend. Miss Kelly also made some great food for us! There's nothing like a hot sausage biscuit on a 30 degree morning!

Monday, October 09, 2006

10 miler is done!




I can today with great thankfulness to all you that prayed that I and my team finished the Army 10 miler! What an incredible feeling to finish a race like that. I wish you all could have been there. My wife, kids, mother-n-law and my mom all went with me. Also there were Drill SGTS and other soldiers from FT Jackson. In that group included, Scott, Mitch, Jason, Glenn, Mark G, "Chewy", Mark J and 24,000 other fine folks. It was a beautiful day about 65 degrees at the start. The course wound from the Pentagon through downtown DC, by the Washington monument, the Mall and the capital. We then ran back across the Potomac and finished at the Pentagon. It was amazing! All along the way people cheered for us and bands played. I had no idea I was even tired till the last mile or so. Inspiring soldiers that had lost limbs in our current conflict ran the race despite their missing parts. In fact that was the name of their team, "Missing Parts in Action". Eccentric folks ran too. I saw one guy juggle 4 hackey sacks the whole way. I got my picture with two ladies that dressed as wonder woman and super woman. But for me the coolest part was coming in the last 1/10 of a mile. I came down off 395 and heard screams of delight, "Daddy!" There at the bottom behind the barricades was my family screaming for their old slow daddy. I finished 10650th out of 24,000 people. Not exactly on the medal stand. But it was as if I had won. My kids think I am a superhero! I imagined as I ran through the last part of the course that heaven must be a lot like that. Having run the race to completion surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses cheering us on we strain for the finish line. It is not lost on me that soldiers ran this race, soldiers who have fought and bleed and seen their friends killed. As we run that last 100 meters to our final finish line I can't help but think that the scene will be similar. We are all warriors in life. Its a war for our hearts and our souls. All those who have finished the race will cheer. They know how hard the miles are, they cheer also because they know the joy of finishing and finishing well. At the end of that race instead of a timer measuring the minutes it took, there will be a King waiting. Our King of Kings and Lord of Lords to say the words that we long to hear, "Well done good and faithful servant, enter your reward!"

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Look ma, I'm OK!

To the left is a picture of one of my soldiers from C-CO. He just got through with qulaification. He's good to go! He wanted to tell his mom that he's doing great, so here he is mom! He's doing great! After seeing over 5000 of these guys come through here I still get thrilled when they approach graduation. I get to see such an amazing transformation take place in these young people. When they leave they really are different. And they keep on coming. In spite of what the political climate is, these young men and women keep coming to serve. Keep that thought close today.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

All boys


Normally I write short posts. I know your time is valuable. Bear with me on this one. I got carried away in the past! The picture to the left is my son (on the right) and his buddy Daniel

I grew up on a street with all boys. There’s just something about a group of wild untamed boys to make life interesting. I guess that is the way we were. It was glorious. My brother Steve and I had tons of friends on our road and I’m grateful for the experience of coming up where I did. There were the Rumple boys, Ricky and Jeff and their dad Mutt. Mutt was a small engine genius; he could fix anything. The Boggs boys lived on Edgewood Rd. too. Chet, David and Joe were their names. Chet was like 7 years older than us. I always remember him picking on us and making crude jokes about our genitals. Half the time I didn’t understand what he was talking about, but I laughed anyhow. David was just two years older than us, he was a part of our group, until he got older and started hanging out with girls. Joe and I were the same age and remain good friends to this day. Their dad was named Charlie. I’ll have a word to say in another story about Charlie-isms and the time he said and incantation over a wart that I had on my arm. There was Andy Rice and his sister Kim who felt out of place around all the boys. There was that Wilfong kid, but he moved away. The Penland boys, Randy (everybody called him Piggy) and Chris (Everybody called him Cricket) lived between Joe and me. Their dad had lots of money and we could never figure out whether they were into the mafia or what. They had lots of parties and lots of cars would be there, real late at night. I actually believe that when Mr. and Mrs. Penland were getting their divorce that the kids lived there with no supervision for a year at least. I saw lots of cops that year. Jose Rafols lived down the street and came to play with us all the time. He was Cuban and we thought it was really cool that he spoke Spanish at his house. There were other boys that lived up the street like Scott Beacham who hit me in the eye one time and called me a faggot. By the way, Scott’s a good friend now. Its funny how time changes stuff. There was Jeff Bunton who I really liked a lot, but didn’t know very well. There was Lyn Cleary. Everybody was scared of Lyn. He was older. He had the baddest bike on the street. He had a candy apple red 3 speed Apple Crate Schwin Stingray bicycle. He could ride a wheelie on that thing for days it seemed. It was with effortless precision that he did it too. It was incredible to watch. He would ride that thing from one end of the street to the other. We were all just green with envy.
Behind our house was the world as I knew it. Between our house and Joe Boggs’ for ½ a mile stood 150 acres of hardwood trees. It was the “woods” as we called it. I lived out most of my childhood among the oaks and the poplars. Great fierce wars were fought there. Battles that were full of heroes and great escapes. One of my best friends, Dirk and I used to ramble through those woods with reckless abandon knocking down all the older dead trees. It made us feels so powerful to send them crashing down. Dirk and I had gotten involved in fantasy games and my role, being a bigger kid was to always play the Viking or the muscle of the group. Dirk was always the sorcerer or the elf. Elves as described in fantasy realms were not the wimpy little creatures that we think of, they were majestic and wonderfully talented with swords.
The “woods” also were used for our off road tracks. Joe’s older brother David built the world’s most awesome go-kart. These were the days before the advent of 4 wheelers and three wheelers. David had this double welded square tube frame go-kart made. I remember the day that it arrived. We all stood around it like it was a Winston Cup machine. We oohed and ahhed over the thing for hours dreaming of the times that we’d be free to ride that thing. There was tons of work to be done on it. It should be noted that we were huge race car fans, although I never even saw a race until I was in my twenties. On Sunday afternoons we used sit in Charlie Boggs’ 63 TR3 and listen to am radio coverage of the races. We all used to want to be Buddy Baker. I think I liked him because he had the same initials as me.
We got a 5 hp Briggs and Stratton lawnmower motor and a David bought a torque converter from some magazine. It was one of those magazines that had all black and white pictures of parts and cool stuff that boys knew that they really wanted. We dreamed and worked, but mostly dreamed. In our minds we had visions of the little Hot Wheels cars that we played with; visions of Hemi engines and Holly 4 barrel carburetors. We made car noises and mimic how our cars would sound and how fast they’d go as we’d rebuild the motors in them to make them burn rubber. I remember the first day that the go cart rolled under power the first time. David put some golf cart tires on that thing. It looked different than anything around. Most go karts were low to the ground, but this sat up high. It was awesome and fast, I mean dangerous fast. It was so fast that mom banned me and Stevie from riding the thing. That never stopped us, we just did it out of sight of our house.
Those days were some of the best of my life. I remember the hope and the excitement with each new day. Life’s harsh realities had not crashed in on me. Just the other night I sat with Thomas, one of my oldest and dearest friends, and we laughed and carried on about childhood. We remembered people as children. The people we know today, whose lives are now marred by alcoholism, divorce, sickness and unhappiness. We are not the people that we used to be. John Eldredge in his book “The Sacred Romance” shares from his heart about being free in his childhood. As you who read this, maybe a teenager, maybe an adult, think of your childhood. Maybe your childhood never happened due to death or maybe you had one, but the “arrows” of life have just inflicted so much scar tissue on your heart that to feel again would be too dangerous. I want to encourage you to search back now. It may be like Indiana Jones creeping through an old mausoleum full of cob-webs and God knows what, but the treasure waits through here. I’m convinced of that.
I took a short run tonight through the woods. It was a hard day today, not anything particularly hard, just a day that I was engaged in warfare of the spirit. I was drained. I needed to be in the woods today. I’ve got a State Park across the street from my apartment. It may be the only thing that has kept me connected while being deployed here. I saw a young boy, red haired playing in the woods by himself. He was kicking trees and defeating some menace I’m sure of it. I looked at him right in the eye as I ran past. God reminded me right then and there, that was me. And in many ways, still is. I’m still the red headed kid that God gave dreams to. I’ve seen many of them fulfilled, but many are still to go. But I still dream, longing for the closeness of God and His power and glory to be displayed. I still long to be a part of something bigger than me and my orbit. I’m grateful this is the life that God has called me to. I’m grateful for a run in the woods that brought the memory back.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Metric Tools and the Self Centered Life


I'm for the most part pretty selfish. Think about it. Most of what we do in life is for us. Even in ministry the traps of self exaltation are there. I'm in the Army and the Army loves awards. Its good to recognize people for their accomplishments. Its easy to come to the table of life and ask "What is in it for me?" Its easy to do this with God too. My buddy Dan and I talk often about God, His work in our lives and the real freedom and grace that we have found. I mean real freedom! And in freedom, being set free to really live there is no room for self centeredness. They are just not compatible. Its like using metric wrenches with standard hardware, pointless. Yeah you can look like you are accomplishing things and you may even tighten a bolt now and then, but eventually something will strip out. I began to think of this the other night while I was praying. I was asking God for guidance. I'm faced with the possibility of an overseas deployment. I need help in making this decision. Its a big one. So I come to God, "Lord what do I do?" Then my prayers changed to, "Lord are You there?". Then I became aware of His presence. in that moment when I sensed God was really there, I stopped caring about my decisions, even my own life. I can literally say that I did not want to be anywhere else in any other time than just being with Jesus on my couch. Now how out there is that? Well, its not, it should be normal and it should be every day. What does this world offer that can even come close to total contentment? Yeah, its rhetorical I know. Nothing! The world offers nothing like that! To know and be known by God, to know His kindness, His fierce love for us, His unwavering pursuit in spite of ourselves is more than enough for me! The rest comes out in the wash!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Army 10 Miler


Well its drawing near to the big race day! The Army 10 miler is fast approaching. The training needs to wind down and the carb loading needs to begin. In case you didn't know it the Army 10 miler is, I believe, the world's largest 10 mile running race. This year over 24,000 people will participate in our Nation's capital. The run begins at the Pentagon and winds its way through all the monuments and then back to the Pentagon. It should be quite a scene. I hope you all will remember that we are also running to raise awareness and funding for Hopegivers international. They, among other things, love, feed and care for orphaned children in India. If you'd like to help take care of these children, just click here to find out more about their ministry. If you decide to give, just let them know you found out about them through THE ARMY 10 MILER.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Can we really hear from God?

I've been thinking a lot lately about hearing from God. I've been a Christian for 14 years now. I like to think I have grown spiritually. I have been to seminary, studied long hours in Greek and Hebrew. I've written massive 35 and 40 page papers on theology. According to the modern mind in spiritual thought, this is how we come to hear God, through diligent study of propositions. Don't get me wrong I am grateful for my education. I would not be where I am had it not been for those long hours of preparation. There are times however where I wonder if that is all there is. I pray. I read the bible. But the times of my life where I was most alive, was when I absolutely knew God was present and I could hear His voice from within. You see theology is good, but relationship with the God of theology is the most crucial element of my existence. It is the daily leaning and learning on and from a God who has and does desire me and you to walk closely with Him that matters. God's word points us to this type of relationship. It is not only propositional, true, but real and tangible. To know and hear from God, even if its just His voice saying, "You are my servant, I will not reject you" that is enough for me today. May you also hear from Him today as you battle for your life!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Thanks to KGS!


Wow what a great day we had here at FT Jackson. It was bitter sweet though. The mission that I am on here will be changing g soon and my Battalion is folding colors and going home in a few weeks. Over the last year we have been honored to have a local band called Kenny Got Saved leading our music twice a month. Jared, Brian, Jeff and Dean have been a blessing to us. They provide relevant worship for this generation. They also write songs from their heart. As they have partnered with us over the last year over 400 soldiers have received Christ as their savior. Today was no different with 10 more coming forward, to include one young lady who had never been to church in her life. Today however was the last time they will be with us due to the end of our mission and other commitments to family and ministry that they have. But my affiliation with them has not ended. We are praying about doing some ministry together where they bring their talents for music I would speak at events as they come along. Would you please pray with us as we seek God for His direction. I've included a picture of them and you can access their web-site by clicking on the link in this article. If you are interested in having us come to your event please contact me and we'll be glad to set something up. So to all the guys in the band and their families, thank you so much for being a blessing to us. We are grateful to have served with you! And I look forward to many more opportunities in the future!

Friday, September 22, 2006

Sleepy Time


If you've ever ridden on a helicopter, loud is the optimal word. Its also a helicopter for heavens sake! My buddy Mitch who will be running side by side with me at the Army 10 miler did something I find almost impossible. He fell asleep after about 6 minutes of flying! He's an old 11B infantry Master SGT. I guess those guys can sleep anywhere. Here's a nice picture of him crashed out at 8000ft! Nice one Mitch! By the way if you want to subscribe to my blog you can do so by clicking one of the cool "chicklets" in the columne to the right. Then as soon as I update with cool and interesting stories, you'll know immediately. How awesome is that?

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Blackhawk



Some days in the Army are very cool. Today was one. One of my buddies here, DS Wolf made friends with some guys from the SC National Guard aviation unit. Today we hooked up with them and went on a Blackhawk ride! We flew to Savannah, then to Charleston. Landed at the airfield there, had dinner at Cracker Barrel and the flew home. It was a blast. It was my first time in a helicopter and I'll never forget it. The pilot told me it puts out 3900 HP! That is amazing. We flew up the coast of SC along the shore at about 200 ft. The pilot had a little fun with us too. All of a sudden we'd bank hard right. It feels like the floor is gone. Then he'd shoot straight up and then drop back down and for brief moment we were at 0 gravity. WOW! The guys were great, very professional and loads of fun at dinner. I'd like to thank Shawn, Tripp and Scott the all knowing crew chief for a wonderful time! During the ride I thought about how the ride itself was kind of a metaphor. I had no idea where we were going specifically. I knew our final destination. I also didn't know when the ride was going to get exciting. The pilot was in complete control of all that. But, how thrilling it was just to be included in their mission. I put my total trust in those guys at the controls. They all just got back from the "sandbox". They all have over 30 years combined experience at the stick. I knew I could trust that they would take care of us. I knew they were good at their jobs. I got thinking that life with God is a lot like that. I know my final destination with God. But I have no idea when He'll bank hard left, or shoot straight up and send me to 0 gravity and make life "exciting". Sometimes with God we just have to crank down on our 4 point harness system and hang on. The one thing I know is that God, my pilot is good. He's invited me into his mission. I don't always know what he is up to, but I know He's good and just like the helicopter mission there is nowhere I'd rather be than right in the jump seat following my King! Enjoy the pictures!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

BMW Madness


I may have gone off the deep end. When I was a younger man, I loved motorcycles. In 1984 I bought a Honda 700 Interceptor. I spent hours riding that thing all over North Carolina. Drove it too fast, wrecked it a couple of times and vowed never to get one again. I don’t know what it is about these two wheeled things that intrigue the male species so much. It may be the freedom of not being surrounded by sound proof windows. It may be the wind rushing past you. Its hard to put your finger on. But the truth is there just something cool about riding a bike. Yeah they can be dangerous and I’ve had my share of heartache with them. A good friend of mine was killed earlier this year on one. But still my heart leans towards two wheels. So yesterday I went over the edge and for the first time in 18 years I own a motorcycle again. Actually I pick it up on Monday. A lot of guys go for the big throaty Harley cruisers and some like the blazing speed of a rice rocket. I went a different road, not because those other bikes aren’t good, they are. They are just not what I was looking for. I found a BMW F650 GS. In all reality I’ve been looking for one for years, but it was never the right time. I found a 2005 model this week and with some pleading with my wife, who is very nervous about this, we came to an agreement. So I did the deal. The bike is an enduro, good for the street and good for the trail. I have found myself lost in thought, cruising the roads in the mountains near my home in NC in my mind. I want to take Tammy for long rides in the country. I have found in the 18 months that I have been stationed away from her and the kids that I have lost my hobbies. I used to fish all the time, can’t do much fly fishing here. My fertile hunting lands are back home. Many times I am restless in thought. I am so busy with lives of others that I have in a way neglected my own. So I’m reclaiming a bit of ground and going to live a little. I do believe that God has called us to live, really live and as one man put there is nothing more glorifying to God that a man fully alive. I’ve included a picture of my new ride for you to look at. See you on the twisties! If you are interested in BMW motorcycles check out their web site at http://www.bmwmotorcycles.com/

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Bed Bugs!

I’m pretty sure that I live in the 21st century. I have all the modern conveniences of the space age life. I have a cell phone that looks like something on Star Trek. I have high speed internet where I post and you get to read my wonderfully imaginative blog, (although not updated as often as I would like). I have a computer that can do millions of calculations in seconds. I have a GPS device that tells me how slow or fast I am running, most of the time how slow. I rarely get sick due to modern medical breakthroughs like antibiotics and vaccines that have rid our nation of polio, small pox and other maladies that used to kill by the thousands. We have herbicides and pesticides that keep mice, roaches and ants away. But in this modern, high tech, high speed, low drag world I have found a pestilence that refuses to bow to man’s best attempts at Utopia. It’s the most evil of all insects, preying and feeding on us like vampires….the dreaded bed bug! I used to say it…”good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Well whoever made up that stupid jingle knows nothing of the plague of bed bugs. That’s right, I’m infested. Its not a question of letting them bite, they do that without me letting them at all! Its like I brought a sleeping mat from some hut that I slept in while touring Nepal. My luxury apartment is now the home for these little blood sucking varmints. Even as I speak the guys from my furniture rental place are removing all my bedroom furniture. Brittainy my buddy in the front office of Polo commons and my wife's new hero has been outstanding in this war of attrition. The exterminator has been here twice and set off nuclear explosions of bug juice, to the point I started feeling bad from it. But they keep coming back. Oh if I had soldiers with this kind of intestinal fortitude! But, I have declared unconditional war on this vermin. Vermin….what a great word! According to Encarta vermin is an offensive term for a person or group (or group of bugs) considered to be extremely unpleasant or undesirable. Yes, this is the thoughts I have of bed bugs, extremely unpleasant, undesirable. Yet my rage at them cannot be fully expressed in words. Also now it causes me to constantly check myself every time one of my arm hairs feels anything remotely weird. But it is war. I have researched online and developed a plan through the military decision making process or the MDMP. We will repel the invaders, victory is at hand! If we fail in this mission…I’ll move out of my apartment and sleep in the woods!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Its the most wonderful time of the year! No its not Christmas with all of its trappings of materialism! Its football season! Its the single most exciting time of the year in the life of a high school, college, or pro player and for those of us that never got over playing such a life altering game. I just got off the phone with my buddy Randall. He coaches the Statesville High School Greyhounds, my alma mater. He was talking to me from practice, blowing hs whistle, yelling encouragement. "Switch 'em up! Hustle Hustle!" Its an awesome time of year. The picture to the left is of my buddy Brant leading his semi-pro team in prayer prior to a game. Brant is also the youth pastor at my church back home. He uses sports to reach those that might be unreachable for the Gospel. Its hot now, but those cool autumn nights are just around the corner. Those footbal Friday nights where heroes are born and teams come together. The sweat in August produces wins in November!

Hooray Football!

Monday, July 17, 2006

Countdown to the Army 10 miler!

Sunday, July 09, 2006

YouTube - mondial 2006 coup de boule de Zidane

I have never been a big soccer fan, but this guy that plays for France just went nuts and headbutted one of Italy's players. The whole soccer world is up in arms about it. It made soccer a whole lot mor interesting to me. I wonder how many of them have watched one NFL game! That happens about 10 times on every play in Football.
Thought you might want to see the video. Click below and you can hear the French coverage too.
Have a great day every one!


YouTube - mondial 2006 coup de boule de Zidane

Friday, June 23, 2006

My favorite Army Ten Mile Team!


Here they are! ATMG or Army Ten Mile Guys running for orphans! In this picture from left to right are DS Jason Johnson, DS Scott Miranda, Chaplain Borders, SSG Rethi "Chewy" Chhoeun, DS Mark Glasgow and DS Mark Johnson! Please pray for us as we train to run ten miles. The race is on October 8th. We are running to support the mission of Hopegivers International. It is a ministry that brings hope, shelter, food and clothing to orphans in India and around the world. If you'd like to find out more about hopegivers just log onto www.hopegivers.com

Friday, June 16, 2006

trigger tyme


A .50 caliber round of plastic filled with gooey paint flies past your face and you just knew that was a close one. Then out of no where you feel bee like stings in your leg and back and all you hear is laughter behind you. You turn to find your buddy has just snuck up on you and taken you out of the game and he thinks it’s hilarious that your covered in day-glow green paint! You are playing paintball. Its probably one of the coolest things you can do, other than catching a 20” rainbow on a fly that you tied, but its pretty close. I had the honor of being invited by our Bravo Company for a day a competition in the woods near Columbia. It was an amazing time. We played for hours and got really tired. We laughed a lot and SFC Stratford and I shot each other at point blank range. I put ferns in my headgear but it didn’t provided much concealment. I also found out the difference between cover and concealment. Concealment is useless if they see you! Here’s a picture of us before we got back at it. I’m the big ugly one in the non authorized Harley Davidson hat. Its great exercise and a ton of fun. I highly recommended it as a team building exercise or just a way to blow off steam. Hope everyone has a great weekend. If you are in the Columbia area check out http://www.triggertyme.com/
They’ll provide a great day of fun!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

First Fish!





Their first fish! There are days in life that mark you. Then there are those days that never leave you. Both my kids this past week had the time of their lives actually landing their first fish. I'm sure that fishing for a little guy can be an exercise in futility. The line gets all tangled, the bait is squishy and yucky and the lure never goes quite where you want it to. But then there's that one day when it all comes together. You get the right bait, in the right water, near the right fish at the right time and you got one! Okay, reel it in, keep the line tight, don't let him go! Now the size of the fish doesn't matter, but getting it to the net sure does. Both my daughter and son caught their first fish this week. My son is pictured here helping me land a rainbow trout in the stream next to our house in Boone NC. We visited Linville Falls and Linville Caverns. The Linville Gorge is a true wilderness area and a great day hike. We went with our friends Robbie and Kelly Fero and their kids, Rebeckah, Emilee and Daniel. We had a great vacation and I didn't check an email or turn my cell phone on. I unplugged! It was awesome. Hope you enjoy the pictures. I'd also like to say congratulations to Alpha and Charlie Companies from 2-485th at FT Jackson. They both graduated Basic Combat Training last week. We all are very proud of you! Keep up the good work!

Friday, June 02, 2006

They're trying to arrest Sam again


As my previous article states I'm running the Army 10-miler to raise money for orphans in India. The group that takes care of the children is Hopegivers Internaitional www.hopgivers.com
If you have a minute and take the time to read the article below(all the way at the bottom of this article). Our friend Sam, Hopegivers InternationalPresident)was released a month ago from jail for a bogus charge and now is on the verge of being jailed again with some more bogus charges. As you read the article you'll notice that the government is charging that Hopegivers used a map without Kashmir as a provision of India. This is a violation of Indian law. The territory of Kashmir is still disputed between Pakitstan, India and China and has been since the British left the region over 50 years ago. Both countries claim that this area belongs to them. In India if you use a map without Kashmir as a true part of the Indian state it would appear that you side with the Pakistanis. The problem with the Hopegivers web-site is that the map isn't even there. Go check it out at www.hopgivers.com The web-site for the last three months only had basic contact information. No maps, no anit-Hindu propaganda or anti anyone propaganda. Again, the authorities in Rajasthan are grasping for a reason to arrest Sam. Primarily because he is a Christian and primarily because people are turning to Jesus through this ministry and the radical element do not like it.

To give you a little context for the dispute over Kashmir I've included a short section of an article from www.wikipedia.com.

The region is currently divided between three countries: Pakistan controls the northwest portion (Northern Areas and Azad Kashmir), India controls the central and southern portion (Jammu and Kashmir) and Ladakh, and the People's Republic of China controls the northeastern portion (Aksai Chin and the Trans-Karakoram Tract). India controls majority of the Siachen Glacier (higher peaks), whereas Pakistan controls the lower peaks. Though these regions are in practice administered by their respective claimants, India has never formally recognized the accession of the areas claimed by Pakistan and China. India claims that these areas, including the area ceded to China by Pakistan in the Trans-Karakoram Tract in 1963, are a part of its territory, while Pakistan claims the region, excluding Aksai Chin and Trans-Karakoram Tract. Both countries view the entire Kashmir region as disputed territory, and do not consider each other's claim to be valid. An option favoured by many Kashmiris is independence, but both India and Pakistan oppose this for various reasons. Kashmir is considered one of the world's most dangerous territorial disputes due to the nuclear weapons capabilities of India and Pakistan. The two countries have fought two wars over the territory: the first Kashmir war in 1947 and the second Kashmir war in 1965. More recently, in 1999, there was a limited border conflict (also referred to by some as the third Kashmir war) in the Kargil area of India-controlled Kashmir.

Remember that the people charging Sam know that He is not involved in the Kashmiri debate. They only want him quiet. They know that people listen to him. And we know that God is with him.
Keep praying for Hopegivers!



India's Rajasthan State Prepares "Re-arrest" Of Evangelical Leaders India Asia/Pacific

Thursday, May 11, 2006

10 miles for Orphans!




On October 8th I’ll be running in the annual Army 10-miler http://www.armytenmiler.com/
It’s a great race that I hope merely to finish. 10 miles is a long way to run, especially on my old knees. Who knows, this may be the beginning of my marathon career, NOT! Anyhow I’m running with some of my friends from FT Jackson and I had the idea of running for something other than me. As many of you know our friend Sam Thomas and his father M.A. have been caring for orphans for the last 40 years or so. They rely on donations to supply the basic needs of these kids. At one of their orphanages they have over 1500 children there. It costs about 23 dollars a month to keep a child clothed and fed. That’s not a whole lot. So we are going to run this race for the kids. I’m asking for sponsors either by the mile or one time donations. Now its too easy to give. Hopegivers has a web-site http://www.hopegivers.com/
If you go there you can donate online or you can mail them your check. All the information is there. There’s a wonderful lady in the office named Ivy that will be glad to help you. All I ask is that when you give just ear mark it as being for the "Army Ten-Miler". That’s it. Your donations are totally tax deductible and they are going to the most precious of resources. Tammy and I have been sponsoring orphans for many years now and I am grateful to be able to give. Blessings to all of you and we’ll see you in Washington. I’ll be updating periodically with more pictures especially as we draw close to race day!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Sam to be freed

For those of you that prayed thanks! Today is a good day.

Dr. Sam granted bail in Rajasthan!
By Robby Brumberg
COLUMBUS, GA (May 1, 2006) – Hopegivers President Dr. Samuel Thomas received bail today from the Jaipur High Court and will be released tomorrow after spending 47 days in Kota Central Jail in Rajasthan. Dr. Sam, as he is known to millions around the world, has been held on charges that he “created communal disharmony.” Hopegivers Founder Bishop M.A. Thomas was also granted bail on the same charge from India’s Supreme Court on April 20. The news of Dr. Thomas’ release is being applauded by supporters of the humanitarian mission worldwide. “We praise the Lord for this decision. The Lord has heard our cries and those of his children around the world! Now it is time to get back to focusing on what we do best, caring for abandoned and orphaned children,” said Hopegivers Program Director Shelley Thomas, also the wife of Dr. Sam. Hopegivers is still waiting on decisions from the courts for their operating licenses to be restored and for their bank accounts to be unfrozen in Rajasthan. Hopegivers International is a global child care agency with a vision to rescue orphaned and abandoned children.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Hallowed Ground




I’ve been an American all my life. I’ve been to 15 countries outside our borders. I’ve seen our land from Mainie to California. I’ve always been glad to be an American. I’ve realized it’s a gift a precious gift to be able to live here. I say I’ve always been glad to be an American, but until last Friday I was just glad, now I’m proud. I mean “swoll” up proud to see my flag, to wear this uniform, to serve with some fine men and women to be an American citizen/soldier. The reason for this is a kind of epiphany moment I had standing on the steps of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. I was standing there in my dress blue uniform hugging my daughter watching the changing of the guard. The reason for the “blues” is that we had just buried our friend, 1SG Bob Kuehne, in section 64 of Arlington National Cemetery. Bob was killed in a motorcycle wreck a month ago and his family asked me if I’d officiate the service. Its not something you’d ever say no to. We had a great turnout. People from SC drove up to DC at their own expense. I’m proud to serve with such. It really exemplified self-less service. It was a sad, but pride filled day. We were able to honor Bob and his family in the most hallowed ground our country has. It was humbling to say the least.
But up on those steps I stood watching the guard change. The precision is beyond belief. The attention to detail unmatched in the world. The honor and the gravity of the moment is hard to miss. I noticed teenagers acting like teenagers as they approached the tomb. They were just being young acting stupid. But when at the tomb, they stop and stare. To think that the tomb has been guarded the same way night and day since 1937 is an astounding thought. It is not lost on even the goofiest teenager. I stood there hugging my daughter, standing with my brothers. It dawned on me that I wore the same uniform as those guards, although not as neatly worn. I looked across the tomb and in the distance you can see the Capital of our country. It kind of hit me at once and I cried. I realized those warriors, those unknown soldiers had died so that I could look over that vista a free man. A free man hugging his daughter. A free man with friends beside him. A free man to worship my God. A free man to serve his country. It was not lost on me. If you have never been to Arlington National Cemetery, I encourage you to go. Stroll through those grounds and be thankful. Soak it all in, take a couple of days if necessary. Its worth it, it really is.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Hooah Guys in the Army


I’ve been told that I needed to update my blog. So I wanted to take this opportunity to do some personality profiles of people I work with. This is not a place to exalt the egos of people I know, Army leaders rarely need that, its simply just a place to get some information out to my friends outside the Army about who I get to spend most of my days with. Today I am beginning with a really good friend. His name is Pete, he’s a Company Commander in a Basic Combat Training unit. He’s probably close to 30 now. He’s an infantry officer. He can tell you all the specs on a Bradley Fighting Vehicle with enthusiasm. He knows everything about small arms. He takes his job seriously, but always remembers to laugh. When times are hard he thinks of other people. I noticed this when we lost our friend Bob a few weeks ago. At the hospital all he did was offer ways of helping other soldiers who had to think about other things. He brought me breakfast when I needed to remain in place. He is hard on his “Joe’s” as the soldiers are sometimes called, but he’s fair. He places training first and is the first to recognize stuff that is stupid. He’s competitive as well. He runs faster than the Chaplain, but when I do run with them he never leaves me in the dust so as not to hurt my fragile 40 year old ego .
He’s also been a victim of the UMT Black Ops program as you can see in these pictures. I also believe that Easter is his favorite holiday!

The songs of life- Thanks to mom

My home was filled with music and people growing up. Mom loved music and can play an assortment of instruments but her favorites are th...