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.
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.
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.
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.
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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