I gave it a dull glance and poured it down the drain like all the befores, which will never come after.
This bicycle crankset represents my transition to post-military life, and it’s a reminder that my
experience in Afghanistan will always be part of me.
THE CURRENCY EXCHANGE
The guys loved watching me buy back all of their Canadian Tire money with U.S. dollars!
I have never spoken about this to anyone, not even my family, in the 65 years since it happened. I’ve had bad dreams about it frequently, and the dream always ends with an explosion and sudden anxiety, which awaken me.
“Never have so many fled so fast wearing so little!” Early the following morning we flew out from Kimpo Airfield, en route to Japan. Farewell Korea!”
In 1993 during the Croatian and Serbian War, there was a little known battle that is now referred to as the “Battle of the Medak Pocket”.
THE SOMALIA POEM
Here I sit and ponder in the blazing desert sun...
If there was one wish I could give you in return, it would be for you all to experience not only the smile of a child, but the smile you created in the life of a soldier. In a world so consumed by hatred, there is always time to smile.
CAN YOU SEE MY WATCH?
I could just listen to the ticking and it was enough to take me away from Afghanistan .
THE CRIB GAME
As dawn arrived I walked to my tent, sat down and looked at this game of crib. Unfinished and never to be finished.
My "then Warrant Officer" (command team partner) had written this letter to me after we were separated for nearly a month. Within the first month of our arrival into Ma'Sum Ghar, my troop was separated. Half of them were under my command conducting Quick Reaction Force duties while the other half was with my Warrant Officer, conducting surveillance and security duties in an area called Gorgan (approximately 25 km south of the Forward Operating Base).
HAJI DON'T SURF
The patches are ubiquitous, but seldom see the light of day up here in Kabul as they’re considered too aggressive or politically incorrect
A thought struck me as we left; I turned towards the Major with a parting comment: “Sir, you know the guy you threw in jail? You might want to let him out …”
THE BOSNIAN FRIEND
The Bosnian Flag was given as a special gift for the evenings I spent teaching English as a second language in Bosnia in 1994 and 1995.
I got her letter this weekend, in August 2017. Mom brought it and said “Oh, and I found this. Not sure what this letter is about, I think it’s for you…” A bolt went through me. I was shaking. That letter was addressed to me 24 years ago.
ONE IN EACH ARM
We were met by an ocean of little faces, all smiling and yelling. None of us brought enough chocolate or candy to go around but gave out what we could and each of us wished we could do more”.