From Facebook discussion yesterday… You’re doing that whole “walking dead man” thing. Trust me, I get it. You say you know that others have walked the same miles, but I can tell that you have little appreciation for the true significance of those words. It’s hard to see the forest when you’re surrounded by […]
February 12, 2013
In Texas, even if not in the rest of the country anymore, this is how we honor our fallen heroes. Today, along 200 miles of rain-soaked cold winter highway, Texans of all walks of life stopped what they were doing and paused to honor the final passage of one of America’s most noteworthy war heroes […]
February 4, 2013
A colleague recently wrote of war veterans on his blog that "we owe much to those guys." We don't owe much to "those guys." We are the product of "those guys" past and will become the product of "those guys" present. We owe EVERYTHING to "those guys."
December 30, 2012
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Everything on the battlefield is amplified by the always present threat of being maimed or killed. Going to the bathroom, eating breakfast, and taking a shower become important. Hell - drinking water becomes a matter of life or death in the here and now! As a warrior, you live like this 24/7/365.
July 14, 2012
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If you have not taken 25 minutes to watch this fishing video, you have missed a very important and magical 25 minutes of your life.
April 4, 2012
Ode To Smoky Joe A perfect dog, who led a charmed life. I was fortunate enough to share it with him, thanks to my wife. Rest in peace, Smoky Joe. Cave Creek’s Smoky Joe. Male Weimaraner. June 5, 1999 to April 4, 2012.
November 27, 2011
From a popular fly fishing website forum: today at 10:30am I was informed that my friend, fellow Veteran, vet of the war in Iraq and coworker had overdosed on his meds and died. I am told that he knew what he was doing and refused medical treatment but details are sketchy right now. [name redacted] […]
April 20, 2011
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Caring for Tony and all that we went through, some truly horrible, horrible things, created deep stripes in my soul and psyche. Things from which I knew I would never be the same. Hell, I didn’t even want to ever be the same. I saw life differently. Came to see it for the gift it is. For the fragile gift it is. From death, I became more alive. From death, I became less afraid.
February 26, 2013
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