The Wall

Posted on Saturday, November 17, 2007 @ 10:13 am
Filed Under Army Career, Joel, Picture Show, Stories, Vietnam
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My office phone rang. Since it was an external call, and I didn't recognize the number, odds were it was either a vendor or a wrong number. Nope; Lauren Morgan introduced herself as an editor with Boston Publishing, and she was working with Vietnam Veterans of America on a magazine issue. They'd found a couple of my pictures on Flickr, and wanted to use them to illustrate an article. I asked which photos they were planning to use, which she described, and I said sure. We talked about some details for a few minutes, and the conversation ended.

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Oh, Ned

Posted on Friday, May 20, 2005 @ 8:30 am
Filed Under Army Career, Stories, Vietnam
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One morning, after thirteen hours at the DSTE and on the teletypes, we hit the airbase bar for breakfast and a few drinks, only to discover that the club was planning to run the (then) new Ned Kelly movie. So we stayed and watched, as did a handful of Aussies who were stationed in the vicinity.

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McNair

Posted on Tuesday, September 7, 2004 @ 12:36 pm
Filed Under Army Career, Basic Training, Stories
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But boy he looked fine while he failed. Good days and bad, the man was impeccable, in a BCT sort of way. His fatigues were always starched, his boots always had a perfect shine, his comportment was beyond reproach. Everything was done with a flair. Even the failures were stylish.

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Refuge in Tucson

Posted on Thursday, June 10, 2004 @ 12:03 pm
Filed Under Army Career, Joel, Musick, Stateside, Stories
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There was a bookstore/candle shop/concert space just off the campus. The place doubled as a coffeehouse (only on weekends, I think), and the house band was a folky quartet--a girl singer, her husband on guitar and harmony, a bassist (I think), and a drummer. here was a bookstore/candle shop/concert space just off the campus. The place doubled as a coffeehouse (only on weekends, I think), and the house band was a folky quartet--a girl singer, her husband on guitar and harmony, a bassist (I think), and a drummer. It was the first time I'd found a drummer in a folk group, and the first time I'd ever seen a girl play a conventional drum kit. The group's repertoire was pretty standard for a coffeehouse band, except they had an unaccountable affection for Tim Buckley. For me, the attraction (besides the drummer) was the opportunity to hear "my" music.

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Flying into Huachuca

Posted on Wednesday, June 9, 2004 @ 10:56 am
Filed Under Army Career, History, Stateside, Stories
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Sunrise, and we discovered the Huachuca Mountains, like an unexpected island in the plains. Never--never--have I been so astonished by the morning.

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