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"Where do they get young men like this?”

Martin Savidge of CNN, embedded with the 1st Marine battalion, was talking with 4 young Marines near his foxhole this morning live on CNN. He had been telling the story of how well the Marines had been looking out for and taking care of him since the war started. He went on to tell about the many hardships the Marines had endured since the war began and how they all look after one another.

He turned to the four and said he had cleared it with their commanders and they could use his video phone to call home.

The 19 year old Marine next to him asked Martin if he would allow his platoon sergeant to use his call to call his pregnant wife back home whom he had not been able to talk to in three months. A stunned Savidge who was visibly moved by the request shook his head and the young Marine ran off to get the sergeant.

Savidge recovered after a few seconds and turned back to the three young Marines still sitting with him and asked which one of them would like to call home first, the Marine closest to him responded with out a moments hesitation “ Sir, if is all the same to you we would like to call the parents of a buddy of ours, Lance Cpl Brian Buesing of Cedar Key, Florida who was killed on 3-23-03 near Nasiriya to see how they are doing”.

At that Martin Savidge totally broke down and was unable to speak. All he could get out before signing off was “Where do they get young men like this?”.

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it is amazing what our boys are doing over there. the focus, the sacrifice, and the compassion that they are using makes me even more proud of our servicemen and women than i already was. a very good post jags; thank you.

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Originally posted by mardi gras skin

Can anyone confirm this? I don't want to spread it around if it isn't true, but if it is I'm going to mail it to everyone I know.

Likewise. My firewall prevents me from going to the site, which makes me a bit suspicious. Is this an accurate account?
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I copied and pasted for those with firewall issues.

L.T. SMASH

LIVE FROM THE SANDBOX

03 April 2003

Goodbye, my friend

LT's younger brother was asked was asked to write an article for his ship's newspaper about his trip over to the Ark Royal to attend the memorial service for his friend, LT Tom Adams. He asked that I post the article on L.T. Smash. Here it is.

Saying Goodbye to a Friend

It is never easy to say goodbye to a friend. It is even harder when you come to the grim realization that you will never see that person again. During the opening hours of Operation Iraqi Freedom, many of us lost a true friend. LT Tom “Dumpy” Adams, who had just transferred out of our squadron last fall to begin a pilot exchange tour with the British, perished in a crash involving two Royal Navy Helicopters. The tragic accident also took the lives of six British officers. The news of LT Adams’ death shocked and saddened all who had the pleasure of knowing him and those of us who had the honor of calling him our friend.

I had the honor of attending the memorial service aboard HMS Ark Royal for LT Adams and one of the British officers who perished in the accident. Early on the morning of March 31st I flew over to the HMS Ark Royal with an enlisted sailor, who was also a friend of LT Adams. Upon our arrival, the members of Royal Navy 849A Squadron and the crew of the HMS Ark Royal were bending over backwards to make sure we were comfortable. I was shown to my stateroom where I met a US Naval officer and close friend of LT Adams who was given the distinct honor of escorting him back home to the United States.

After being given a tour of the ship, we were shown to the ship’s hangar bay where the two caskets, draped in their respective country’s colors, were laying guarded by members of the ship’s crew. This was an emotional moment for both of us. We were both given time to pay our respects and say goodbye to our true friend. Following this, we were escorted to the flight deck for the memorial service. I was very impressed with the professionalism and care with which the ceremony was conducted, even though it was planned in a short period of time.

The members of 849A and the crew of the HMS Ark Royal were assembled on the flight deck of the ship. Everyone stood at attention as the caskets, ushered by an honor guard, were brought to the deck on an aircraft elevator. Selected members of the squadron and ship were given the chance to say remarks and to read scripture. Following the ceremony, pallbearers carried both caskets to an awaiting Sea King Helicopter. An E-2C Hawkeye, crewed by five close friends of LT Adams, did a low fly by as a final goodbye. Additionally, a British warship came alongside with its crew manning the rails. The warship stood watch over the two officers one last time. After the memorial, I stood with the squadron as the Sea King lifted off to start the long journey home for a friend I never met and a friend I will never forget. I spent the rest of the day and long into the night with the members of the squadron trading stories about LT Adams and the other officers who were lost. This healing process was necessary for us all.

I was honored to be able to attend this memorial. I can never thank enough, all the people who made it possible for me to attend this memorial and who allowed me to say goodbye to my friend. From the staffs who made the arrangements for me to attend, to the maintainers who launched the SH-60 and the E-2, to the members of Royal Navy 849A Squadron and HMS Ark Royal all I can say is “Thank you.” The final thank you I have is for LT Adams for his service, friendship and ultimate sacrifice.

Goodbye, my friend.

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Heard on the Street

"Did you hear about the bus?" One of the local men is talking to me.

He's referring to an incident in Iraq, where a large van attemted to run a Coalition checkpoint. The soldiers at the checkpoint opened fire, killing several women and children aboard. It's been all over the news here.

"Yes. It is very sad."

"Do you know what happened?" He's going to tell me.

"What?"

"Saddam's men kidnapped their husbands. They said they would kill them if the women did not drive through the checkpoint."

"That's horrible."

"Yes. Saddam is a very bad man. You must kill him." He is angry.

"We will get him," I promise.

"Yes, inshallah (if Allah wills it)."

I don't know if what this man told me is what really happened. Rumors about atrocities in Iraq spread like wildfire amongst the local population.

But I wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

That's the word on the street from here.

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IN MY DEFENSE

All right, you got me. But in my defense, it was still 31 March over here when I read it. I should have factored in that whole dateline thing. I've spent enough time over there, I should have figured it out. I’ll get you next year.

Seen Geraldo yet?

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LT Called Home

LT called today, got me on my cell phone as I was walking through the parking lot at Home Depot to get some supplies for the “project” on his house. We chatted for the ten minutes he is allowed every few days for his “morale” call home.

We talked about a number of things, but one thing he wanted me to provide some follow-up on was the post yesterday about Martin Savidge of CNN, "WHERE DO THEY GET YOUNG MEN LIKE THIS?”

It was posted on another web site (http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/882502/posts) and the comments forwarded to me. Last time I checked there were 85 comments posted. Some of them got my attention.

"As long as there is a United States of America there will be men like these?" I say "As long as there are men like these there will be a United States of America."

"Where do we get such men? They leave this ship and they do their job. Then they must find this speck lost somewhere on the sea. When they find it, they have to land on its pitching deck. Where do we get such men?" - “Rear Admiral George Tarrant in James Michener's The Bridges at Toko-Ri”

“These men are made not "gotten." These are the few, the proud...United States Marines! Semper Fi.”

“We come from every corner of the nation and it's territories. And we VOLUNTEER to do what this CNN reporter finds so amazing.”

And finally:

“Semper Fidelis. Also, I can tell you where they don't find men like that. That's in places like Ivy League schools, Bezerkley, etc.”

Let’s dwell on that last comment. In today’s Wall Street Journal there is an interesting guest editorial, “My Ivy League Soldier, Why is that such a rare combination?” by Regina E. Herzlinger, the Nancy R. McPherson Professor at Harvard Business School, and a member of the U.S. Secretary of the Air Force's Scientific Advisory Board. (http://www.opinionjournal.com/editorial/feature.html?id=110003281), but you’ll need a subscription to get into this site. Nancy’s son, Alex, unlike most of his Harvard College 2000 classmates, elected to serve his country as a first lieutenant in the U.S. Infantry and has just received deployment orders. Alex’s parents were among the few Harvard faculty present at his ROTC graduation ceremony.

In 1957, 400 of 750 Princeton men served in the military. Last year, it was three in a class of 1,000. The statistics are depressingly similar in other Ivy League schools.

So, our nation has found “men like this” at Ivy League schools in the past and it still can find a few. Maybe now the few will again become many. Let’s hope so.

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02 April 2003

Change

I'm sitting with one of the members of my former team.

"He's changing everything, sir."

"Oh?"

He unloads a litany of complaints. My successor has a different leadership style, and a different approach to training.

Different -- but not wrong.

"It's always difficult when you get a new boss," I provide some sympathy, without undermining the new LT's authority.

"It just seems like he doesn't trust me, sir. He's always checking up on me, or peering over my shoulder."

"He doesn't know you well enough. Give him some time, and he will gain confidence in you, just like I did. Be patient."

"Yes, sir. But the other teams on our rotation aren't happy, either. Comms have gone downhill, big time."

"Have you discussed these issues with him?"

"No, sir." A little bit of resignation in his voice. "I guess I should do that."

"Couldn't hurt." I know that he wants me to intervene, but I can't. Not only would it be inappropriate, but it would undermine the new LT's authority.

Besides, nothing the other guy is doing is really a problem. It's just a difference in leadership philosophy. There's no one "right way" to do the job.

There is only success and failure. Success is right, and failure is wrong.

I'm confident the new guy will succeed. He has what it takes.

But he has to find his own way.

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"Where do they get young men like this?”

Martin Savidge of CNN, embedded with the 1st Marine battalion, was talking with 4 young Marines near his foxhole this morning live on CNN. He had been telling the story of how well the Marines had been looking out for and taking care of him since the war started. He went on to tell about the many hardships the Marines had endured since the war began and how they all look after one another.

He turned to the four and said he had cleared it with their commanders and they could use his video phone to call home.

The 19 year old Marine next to him asked Martin if he would allow his platoon sergeant to use his call to call his pregnant wife back home whom he had not been able to talk to in three months. A stunned Savidge who was visibly moved by the request shook his head and the young Marine ran off to get the sergeant.

Savidge recovered after a few seconds and turned back to the three young Marines still sitting with him and asked which one of them would like to call home first, the Marine closest to him responded with out a moments hesitation “ Sir, if is all the same to you we would like to call the parents of a buddy of ours, Lance Cpl Brian Buesing of Cedar Key, Florida who was killed on 3-23-03 near Nasiriya to see how they are doing”.

At that Martin Savidge totally broke down and was unable to speak. All he could get out before signing off was “Where do they get young men like this?”.

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01 April 2003

Ahem

Many of you have written to express your concern and alarm regarding my interview with Peter Arnett. I have taken some time to read your emails, and have noted your concerns about Mr. Arnett's objectivity. I am also aware of the inherent problems involved in any unsanctioned interaction between members of the military and the press.

After much deep contemplation on the matter, I have something to say:

Check the calendar.

'Nuff Sed.

UPDATE: Just in case you missed it, the Arnett interview was an April Fool's Joke.

Several of you bit. Hard.

Don't feel bad, you're in good company. My older brother, who is no dummy, was one of the first to write -- urgently informing me of Arnett's recent scandalous behavior (of which I was well aware) and subsequent sacking.

Now that I've got that out of my system, let me assure you that I will not intentionally mislead my family, or any other readers, in this journal ever again.

At least not until NEXT April 1st...

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Note from Mom & Dad

Dear LT,

We just received the below email from your younger brother. I thought you might be interested in reading it. It is concerning LT Tom Adams, his good friend that died in the helicopter crash while stationed with the British. We are so proud of the two of you. Keep safe.

Love, MOM

Dear Mom & Dad,

I got back from the HMS Ark Royal this morning. I was over there for the memorial service for Tom. I went over there with an enlisted guy from our squadron. When we got there, I went off with one of the officers to his stateroom. Then right after that we of course went to have some tea. I think the British have tea whenever they have a spare moment. After that we had lunch and of course a Guinness. Yes they had a bar, and yes I had a few beers. Tom would have been disappointed in me if I didn't take advantage of the bar. Then, after lunch there was the opportunity for more tea. Rather than have more tea I went up to the flight deck to look at their helicopter version of the E-2. It was very impressive.

We walked around some more and then they took the guy who was escorting Tom back to the states and me to see the caskets. That was a very emotional moment. After allowing us some time to pay our respects, we went up to the flight deck for the ceremony. The ceremony was very professional. The two caskets came up on the aircraft elevator with armed guards. A couple of people said some remarks and read some passages from the Bible. After that, Tom's casket was carried away to the helicopter by pall bearers followed by the British Officer's casket. As Tom was being carried away, an E-2 from our squadron did a fly by, and a British destroyer came alongside. To me it felt like the British destroyer was there to stand watch over the caskets as they were leaving. After all of that the helo flew off to start the long journey home for the two of them. It was a very professional and emotional ceremony.

In true British fashion, we again went down to have more tea. Later that night the bar was opened. We stayed up late into the night trading stories. I was impressed with how friendly the British were and how they cared about how comfortable I was before they worried about themselves.

I hope all is well.

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Home Depot Sweet Home

Hey, L.T.!

As is often the way, the little project that started with replacing the sink in the guest bath has turned into a runaway locomotive of home-improvement. After we removed the old sink, we had to patch the hole in the wall, which required putting in new wall tile. Then the "while we're at it" syndrome kicked in. One thing led to another:

new shower doors

new shower faucet

new medicine cabinet

fresh paint

new floor tile

But it didn't end with the guest bathroom. "While we're at it, we might as well paint the rest of the house, too." Which led to, "We should really replace the doorknobs and light fixtures, too." And of course, "with the new paint and light fixture, the dining room rug just doesn't work. Let's replace it!" Your Mom and Dad have been really wonderful about helping me with all the work (including painting a couple of days last week while I was off earning money to pay for some of this!). However, they are also really good at using peer pressure to play "While we're at it." I blame it all on them.

I must admit, the paint is really brightening up the house. Walking from an unpainted room (with the pale grey that the previous owners used) to a freshly-painted cream-and-white room reminds me of the film Pleasantville, where things gradually transform from black-and-white into color. As I told your Mom today, it's as if the house is on anti-depressants!

Yesterday, your Mom re-caulked the tub in the guest bath. Afterwards, Male Cat decided to have a nice roll in the tub; he ended up with caulk on his ear and a couple of spots on his neck. I managed to brush most of it out, but I think there's still a little left on the tip of his ear. He also "helped" your dad re-tile the floor today.

The way things are going, if you don't come home soon, you won't recognize the place by the time you get here! We're talking about replacing some of the windows, and I've been toying with the idea of painting the exterior, too. And of course, "while we're at it," we might replace the front door and the garage door... and the yard could use landscaping...

I miss you!

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A New Day

Got a care package from my parents yesterday. Thanks Mom & Dad!

It was mailed on the 19th, and from the various stamps and labels it looks like it arrived in country on the 22nd. It took eight days to get from the central postal facility to my camp.

It was a very large package. Several boxes of Girl Scout cookies were included, along with some snack packs of trail mix, chips, and a huge bottle of Pace's Picante Sauce. But the most precious goodies were several bottles of mixed spices, which should serve to make those MREs more palatable. I'm almost looking forward to my next meal.

Almost.

I'm doing a telephone interview later today with Peter Arnett.

You might remember Arnett from the First Gulf War, reporting live from Baghdad on CNN. He is working on an in-depth feature for National Geographic. He's in Baghdad now, and is trying to secure interviews with various Iraqi leaders, before it's too late.

It will be very strange, talking on the phone to someone in the enemy capital.

He wants to talk to me for some perspective from the US side. I think it will be a very interesting article, and I'm looking forward to reading it in the comfort of my own home, long after the war is over.

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31 March 2003

International Mailbag

Took a little time to read some of your e-mails last night.

Can't read every letter -- there are simply too many of them and I have too little time. Still, I appreciate each expression of concern and support.

Simply amazed at the audience this journal has attracted. I'd like to say hello to all of my readers around the globe, including Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Mexico (¡Hola!), Italy (Ciao!), Poland, Russia, Germany (Hallo!), Japan, and yes, even France (believe it or not).

UPDATE: Got some more email today from Canada, South Africa, England, Austalia, Denmark, and, por supuesto, España (¡Hola, Jaime!).

One letter in particular caught my attention. Perhaps it is because the writer is not too far away from me, as the crow flies -- but he lives in a very different world.

I am an Iranian citizen watching the current events with attention. I'd like to send you the sympathy and blessing of many Iranian citizens who believe that the intervention in Iraq was necessary and just. We hope that this intervention will help us to pressure our evil government and help us in our stuggle for democracy.

Indeed our government is frightened. Saddam is our common enemy and many Iranian soldiers died during the Iran-Iraq war in the 80's. However, the Iranian regime is showing signs of sympathy toward the Iraqi governement and its army. They have no shame. Many of our fellow citizens were killed by Saddam's WMD. Hence, they support him indirectly in their speeches and infamous television programs. But the overwhelming majority of Iranians won't forget Saddam's crimes and support you and your troops in your combat for his removal from power.

May God bless you all. May God bless a free Iran and may God bless America.

To the author, whose name I will not print here, I salute your bravery. I share your dream that one day soon your country will be free from the shadow of tyranny and oppression. I hope that you will find a peaceful means to accomplish this goal, but I fear that your transition may be painful.

As President Bush said in his State of the Union address, the American people are with you, in spirit.

Keep the faith.

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29 March 2003

Eternal Father, Strong to Save

Earlier this week LT posted a memorial tribute to a shipmate of his younger brother, LT Tom Adams, who died in a helo accident in the war against Iraq. LT included the first verse of the "Navy Hynm" in his tribute. I thought some of you might like to know a little more about the "Navy Hymn.".

The first four verses of are from a poem written in 1860 by the Rev. William Whiting, an English schoolmaster and clergyman. He wrote the ode, "Eternal Father, Strong to Save”, for a student of his about to depart for America. Whiting's inspiration came from once experiencing a furious storm in the Mediterranean Sea.

The following year another English clergyman, the Rev. John B. Dykes, a composer of over 300 hymns, penned a tune for the poem. He named the tune “Melita” after an island associated with a Biblical shipwreck. Today the island is known as Malta, the island the Apostle Paul reached after his ship went down (Acts 28:1).

Rev. Whiting’s first verse didn’t quite fit Rev. Dykes’ melody, so some lines and words were rearranged:

Whiting’s original first verse:

O thou who bidd’st the ocean deep

Its own appointment limits keep,

Thou Who dost bind the restless wave,

Eternal Father, strong to save;

O hear us when we cry to Thee

For all in peril on the sea.

Was changed to fit Dykes’ melody:

Eternal Father, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who biddest the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

The next three verses were:

O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard

And hushed their raging at Thy word,

Who walked'st on the foaming deep,

And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,

And bid its angry tumult cease,

And give, for wild confusion, peace;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

O Trinity of love and power!

Our brethren shield in danger's hour;

From rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them wheresoe'er they go;

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

In 1879 Lieutenant Commander (later to become Rear Admiral) Charles Train was the conductor of the Midshipman Choir at the Naval Academy. He concluded each Sunday's Divine Service with the singing of "Eternal Father, Strong to Save,” a tradition which continues to this day.

On the evening of April 14, 1912 Rev. Ernest Carter conducted a worship service on board the passenger ship Titanic on her maiden voyage from Southampton, England to New York City. Among the hymns sung was "Eternal Father, Strong to Save.” After the service the Rev. said “It is the first time that there have been hymns sung on this boat . . . but we trust and pray it won't be the last.” More recently the "Eternal Father, Strong to Save” was a part of the musical score of the motion picture, “Titanic.”

"Eternal Father, Strong to Save” was a favorite of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who had served as Secretary of the Navy. It was sung at his funeral in Hyde Park, New York, in April 1945. It was also played by the Navy Band in 1963 as the body of President John F. Kennedy, a PT boat commander in World War II, was carried up the steps of the U.S. Capitol to lie in state.

Since the original work of Revs. Whiting and Dykes, many verses have been added to "Eternal Father, Strong to Save” including ones for aviation, submarines, and the Seabees. There are also verses for the United States Marine Corps and the Coast Guard and even verses that have nothing to do with the military.

Now commonly known as the “Navy Hymn” in most hymnals, "Eternal Father, Strong to Save” is part of religious services, retirement ceremonies and funerals in the US Navy, the Navies of the British Commonwealth and the French Navy.

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Separation

I never expected it to affect me this way.

It’s only been a couple of days since I’ve turned over my team, but I’m still feeling a profound sense of loss.

When you spend most of your waking hours in close proximity with the same people for several months, they become a part of you. But this is more than just changing jobs and missing your former co-workers.

7000 miles from home, these people were my family.

I still see them every day, but only for a few minutes, in passing. They greet my warmly, like an old friend. “Hey LT! How’s it going, Sir?”

I smile and say “Great! How are you guys doing?”

“Outstanding!”

Then I walk off and do my work. It’s not bad work, but it’s missing something.

Every once in a while, I feel desperately lonely.

I see my former team gathered around their new leader. He’s briefing them, and they’re listening intently. There’s a War on, and they have Important Work to do.

“Make me proud, guys,” I whisper, knowing that they can’t hear me, but that they will do it anyway. “Take good care of them.” This is silently addressed to their new LT.

It’s difficult to watch. They still respect me, but they have a new leader now. They’re still feeling him out, and learning how to relate to him. But the bond between them will grow, while I fade into a memory.

If you’ve never experienced the bond of small unit leadership before, you can’t appreciate the comparison – but more than anything else, it feels like separating from a loved one. You miss the interaction, the inside jokes, and the personal foibles of each member of your team.

You never realize how much a part of you they were until they aren’t anymore.

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28 March 2003

Joker

"Sir, I'd lahk to request special leave," announced Henry, in his thick Louisiana accent.

"Why's that?" This ought to be good.

"Ya see, Sir, mah wife is fixin' to get preg-nut, an I wanna be there for it."

"I understand. Request denied."

"Thank you, Sir."

"No problem."

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Just Passing Through

I'm briefing a civilian contractor on security measures. "If you hear an air raid siren, put on your gas mask and head to one of the shelters."

"Gas mask?" There is fear in his voice.

"You don't have one?"

"No. Do I need one?"

"I hope not."

He's not reassured. "I'm only going to be here for a few hours."

"We've had a missile alert every day since the war started. You need to be ready at any time."

"Missiles, here? Can they hit us?"

Oh, dear. "They haven't hit anything yet. You'll be fine, Sir. Just follow the procedures and call me if you have any questions."

"I'm only going to be here a few hours..." He's repeating himself.

"Very good, Sir. Have a pleasant stay."

He gets his work done and leaves the area as quickly as he can.

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Tom Adams Tribute

We received the following letter from Thomas Adams' aunt today:

Sir -

I really appreciate what you're doing in the weblog, and was touched and astounded at the response to your memorial to Tom Adams, who was my sister's son.

A buddy of Tom's asked us what we thought would be most appropriate to do - flowers, contributions, or what. They had some good ideas about a youth soccer league and so on, and those are wonderful things.

But the best gift anyone who knew Tom could possible give the family would be their memories of him: how they knew him, stuff they did with him, what they most liked and will miss about him. The good stuff, the funny stuff that we could put together into a book and give to my sister and her family.

Is there any chance you could put this request on your website? If you could, I'd be incredibly grateful. Notes should be sent to amm@bossys.com, which is a special mailbox I have set up for the purpose.

Thanks so much, and you all are certainly in our thoughts and prayers, all the time. Stay safe -

Aimee Masquelier Moran

With pleasure, Aimee.

The Management

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Moving On

Ran into a member of my (now former) team today.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Good, Sir," he replied. "Wish you weren't leaving the team."

"Thanks." I had to walk away. My eyes were watering.

Probably just the sand in the air.

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ADMIN

ORIENTATION

SITE REGS

L.T. SMASH

OPERATIONS

MESSAGE LOG

Goodbye, my friend

Heard on the Street

IN MY DEFENSE

LT Called Home

Change

"Where do they get young men like this?”

Ahem

Note from Mom & Dad

Home Depot Sweet Home

A New Day

ARCHIVES

April 2003

March 2003

February 2003

January 2003

December 2002

INTEL

CNN

FOXNEWS

MSNBC

ABCNEWS

CBSNEWS

BBC NEWS

NEW YORK TIMES

WASHINGTON POST

CS MONITOR

THE TIMES (UK)

AP

REUTERS

JANE'S

FAS

GLOBALSECURITY

MILITARY.COM

DOD (US)

MOD (UK)

MAINTENANCE

TROUBLE CALLS

MWR

CARE PACKAGES

USO

NMCRS (USN/USMC)

AER (USA)

AFAS (USAF)

CGMA (USCG)

SSAFA (UK)

NAVY LEAGUE

AUSA

AFA

AMERICAN LEGION

VFW

RECRUITING

US NAVY

US MARINES

US ARMY

US AIR FORCE

US COAST GUARD

ROYAL NAVY

ROYAL MARINES

BRITISH ARMY

ROYAL AIR FORCE

AUSTRALIA DEFENCE FORCE

GROM (Poland)

ARMADA CESKE (Czech)

FORSVARET (Denmark)

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