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I'm a little home-sick, Doc, but I think I'll be better soon.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

May Day

Eight guys woke up at Besmaya this morning with HUGE smiles on their faces. And, we’ve been grinning all day. It’s like we have a secret - but it’s no secret…..Today is the first day of our final month in Iraq. When we wake up and get out of bed on June 1st, we will be in another country!

I’m extra happy because my replacement is already in Iraq and will be on the ground (at Besmaya) by the end of this week. Colonel Dale Maxfield is my new best friend! He’s coming now and the rest of his team will be here in about two weeks.

In getting ready for their arrival, we have begun packing, cleaning and mailing stuff back home in order to make room. I’ve already mailed a 50 pound foot locker home but still have plenty more stuff that I can either throw away or mail. Whatever I can't dispose of goes out of here on my back. So…I’m motivated to lighten the load.

Packing has presented me with a particular dilemma…what to do with all the great art work and cards sent to me from children all over Georgia? Sharon said that it’s okay to throw it away because it has served its purpose. But I haven’t been able to do that. It’s hard. Every card is a reflection of some little personality. Every card was intended to lift my spirits, and let me know I was not forgotten. There must be over a hundred and I've read every single one. And, every single one was perfect, powerful enough to move a 45 year old Airborne Ranger to tears. Is this silly? Do I need to find a good doctor?















My darling girl, my darling girl
You’re all that matters in this wicked world
All that matters, all that matters.

My darling boy, my darling boy
All of my sunshine and all of my joy
You’re all that matters, all that matters.

Well I can’t stop the pain when it calls, I’m a man
And I can’t stop the rain when it falls,

My darling who can?

My darling friend, my darling friend
All we have going is love in the end
It’s all that matters, all that matters.
(M. Knopfler)

Sorry Beasle, the letters and cards are coming home.

awe

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey man, this is the blog I've been waiting on. I'll get out the golf clubs and shoes and get them ready....Let me know when to make that tee time. Bring those cards with you......

12:54 PM  

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