THE WOUNDED WARRIOR MARINE CORPS BALL NOVEMBER 2013
An invitation to the Wounded Warrior Marine Corps Ball that was held
last week had to be one of the highlights of my life! Having been
to the ball two years ago, I knew what to expect. There is nothing
like military tradition, and the Marine Corps does it best.
As you know, my life pretty much revolves around our Marines through
care packages and precious time spent with some of our wounded
warriors and their families at Walter Reed. One of those families,
the Burketts, you have read about in previous articles. It was the
Burketts who invited me to attend the ball with them this year,
Major Burkett, his wife Melissa and their two oldest children
Keenan, 10 and Josilyn 7.
Of course the preparation starts weeks in advance, including
shopping for formal attire and hair and nail appointments for the
ladies.
Thankfully I did not have to shop for something to wear, as I have
an outfit that has served me well over the years and since I rarely
have a need for something formal I make do with what I have. But
that is not the case for the ladies of Walter Reed, the wives,
mothers and girlfriends. They do not come to the hospital prepared
for such occasions. The hard work of one woman, Jodi Bouck Warshel
made the ball gown selection miraculous by locating sources that
were willing to donate magnificent gowns and accessories.... and it
was an enormous success. Dozens of them....brand new with the tags
still on them were sent to the hospital for a gown event for any of
the women who would need them.....and they came in all sizes and
colors......many of the ladies are in varying degrees of
pregnancy. They all found exactly what they needed. What huge
hearts the donors have and one store supplied the majority of the
gowns!
I wanted to find a way to contribute something to the ladies for
this special evening. I was blessed to locate two hair salons in
our area with hairdressers who were more than willing to donate
their time to give our ladies the fancy hairdos required for a
Ball. They outdid themselves. Thirteen ladies signed up for
appointments and I knew only three of them. However I did get to
meet them on our way to the ball, and each of them looked
exceptionally beautiful. The hairdressers who volunteered to style
the lady's hair were so thankful to be asked.........so willing to
participate in making the night special in any way they could. We
just don't realize how many folks are out there who want to
contribute and simply need to be asked!!!
The highlight of the evening was our guest of honor, Medal of
Honor recipient Sgt Dakota Meyer. I had a brief moment to shake his
had and thank him for his outstanding actions in Afghanistan, but of
course he had little time to spend with any one person. I also
reunited with an old friend, LtCol Mike Corrado, singer/wongwriter
of "Still in the Fight" and we had lots of news to catch up on. For
me, the most moving aspect of the evening was being surrounded by
wounded warriors. A ballroom filled with Marines in their dress
uniforms, many in wheelchairs, but all of them sharing a night to
remember. For many it was their first ball and for many it would be
their last as they would be discharged before the ball next year.
The most beautiful tradition is the cutting of the elaborately
decorated Marine Corps Birthday cake. Cutting the cake with a
sword, the first piece is presented to the guest of honor, the
second piece presented to the oldest Marine present and the third to
the youngest, signifying the passing on of years of experience from
the eldest Marine to the youngest. Then everyone enjoyed a piece
of the birthday cake and the party began....lots of music and
dancing. Nothing can match the sight of Marines in their
wheelchairs or with crutches on the dance floor with their ladies.
The determination and sheer will of a Marine will not allow them to
sit on the sidelines when there is action on the dance floor. And
let me tell you, they can dance! Not being much of a dancer
myself, I thoroughly enjoyed taking it all in, and also watching
Major Burkett and Melissa dance a few slow numbers. It truly did
my heart good to be in the presence of such great Americans who
would never consider missing a Ball due to their injuries.
However, there were many who could not attend because their injuries
would not allow them to be with us, but the chaplain remembered them
and their fallen brothers in prayer when the ceremony began. Of
course all good things must come to an end, at by eleven it was time
to head back to the hospital with many new memories etched in my
heart for a lifetime.
Again, I wonder at the path my life has taken. Each and every
person, event, situation, is all mapped out by God and I am merely
following His lead. Again I look back at the last eleven years of
involvement with our Marine Corps and I am in awe of how the Lord
has arranged my life and all that it has become. I am
blessed......and so very thankful. And speaking of thankful, this
is the month of thanksgiving.......so I am giving thanks and I would
like to wish all of you a blessed and plentiful Thanksgiving. May
God be with you always as He has been with me.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
THE WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL AND HONOR FLIGHTS
THE WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL AND HONOR FLIGHTS
My friends Lyn Braedon-Reed and Jennifer Magerer and I decided that the
best way to spend the day was to head downtown to the WWII Memorial, the
weekend after the government shutdown. Watching Veterans break through
barricades after flying long distances to visit their memorial this was
a beautiful sight, to see them move freely around the magnificent
monument built to honor them and their fallen brothers. We came
knowing that there would be three Honor Flights visiting and we wanted
to be a part of that experience.
In case you are not familiar with Honor Flights they are a nonprofit
that funds flights to bring our veterans to Wash DC from all over the
country, while they are still able to travel. This requires volunteers
to care for the veterans who need constant care, knowing that this may
be the last journey of their lives. Many of the volunteers are from our
area and sign up to assist the veterans through their visit, on and off
the planes and the buses. The emotions that this and other War
memorials evoke is difficult to put into words but each is hallowed
ground to be sure. Our elder veterans walked or were pushed in
wheelchairs.....and you could see they truly felt the spirit of the
monument that payed homage to their service and sacrifice. There was
no way to be there and not feel the sense of love and appreciation in
the air from the many thankful Americans who greeted these visitors with
enormous rounds of applause and cheers while waving American flags.
The patriotism was palpable.....the air was filled with honor and
respect for those who fought for the freedoms we hold dear today.
Before we headed downtown I was reminded to bring with me the oval black
on white stickers that say "I Served WWII" or "I Served KOREA" and what
a blessing that reminder proved to be. It was a rather frantic
afternoon with a very threatening sky and chilly winds. No
matter.....the weather would not deter anyone. Three flights arrived
in buses and as the veterans disembarked we welcomed them with open arms
and stickers. The three of us, along with Jennifer's friend Brandi,
approached each of the veterans shaking hands, sharing hugs and
conversation while I handed them the appropriate sticker(s). Some had
served in both wars, some even three, including Vietnam...... I had
those stickers as well. Many humbly asked if they could have more than
one because they had served in more than one war. Oh my gosh!!
They were so incredibly thankful for the stickers, cherishing them as if
they were extremely valuable. So often it is the simple little things
that hold so much meaning.
By now you know me......I am all about Patriotism and not good at
holding back tears when it comes to those who have served our country,
past or present. I cannot sing the Star Spangled Banner without tears
flowing. This was by far one of the most exceptional events I can
remember. On Veterans Day, Monday November 11, there are Honor Flights
coming in. What better day to be there to greet them once again with
our hugs and stickers and flags. We will repeat this experience as
often as our schedules allow. There are never enough ways to honor our
war veterans......especially the 'greatest generation.' This is the
least we can do and I can't wait to be there again and again.
Monday, October 14, 2013
HONORING OUR VETERANS
HONORING OUR VETERANS
It all started months ago when the founder of Quilts of Honor, Gail Belmont, Army veteran herself, told me about an upcoming quilt exhibition that was to take place at the National Museum of the Marine Corps in Virginia. It was to be held October 4-6 with a quilt presentation planned for 2pm on that Saturday. Then the federal government shutdown and the Museum was closed to the public. A museum that really lent itself to the display of quilts draped from walls and railings. There were multitudes of quilts, all hand made and created by quilters from all over the country that were packed and transported to the Museum. The quilters spent months, years creating military themed quilts which are their specialty for this exhibition.
The quilters traveled here from states east and west with plans to visit all the military memorials in Washington DC as part of their week in the area. As you know, along with the museum all the open air memorials were also closed. It was obvious throughout their visit here, God was at work opening doors for every door that closed. A new venue was found for the exhibition and presentation.....Mt. Vernon, home of George Washington, welcomed Quilts of Honor and did a splendid job displaying their quilts, although fewer than originally planned for the larger museum. They opened a portion of their gift shop and offered their small auditorium. But before I tell you about my visit that Saturday to see the quilts I want to share the other miracles that took place for the quilters.
A trip to the WWII Memorial that was closed to the public, but barricades were opened and they were free to visit and also meet many Veterans who were there with an Honor Flight. The Vietnam Wall, also closed, was a very special visit. The name of the brother of one of the quilters is on the wall, and they were determined to lay a wreath and also lay quilts in front of the wall for magnificent photos.
I was in the best of company with two good friends who are moms of combat wounded warriors at Walter Reed. We were blessed to attend the events on Saturday, not realizing just how emotional the afternoon would become. The quilts were the most beautiful we had ever seen. QOH does not sell them...they make them strictly to present to combat veterans of all generations. Each quilt was more beautiful than the next, some more intricate, all patriotic.....eagles, flags, stars and stripes. After closely examining the handiwork of the quilters, we took our seats in the auditorium for the presentation. Gail and her volunteers had previously met many combat veterans while visiting the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and invited them to Mt Vernon, not divulging the real reason for their invitation which was to present them with quilts and also gift them with passes to visit the Museum.
The ceremony started with members of our National Honor Guard, four (over 6ft tall) handsome Color Guard marching to the stage. No matter where or when I see our flag and sing our national anthem, I get teary. It never fails...the tears run. One of the members of QOH, Marsha Borelli Silva is a singer and songwriter who performed two songs she composed, "Freedom is Not Free" and "America" and then the tears really started flowing. I am extremely patriotic and get very emotional when it comes to honoring our country. Then the presentation began. The name of each veteran was called and a member of QOH presented a quilt that was related to his or her branch of the military. Each presentation brought a round of applause from an approving auditorium. In closing the Color Guard marched out, and then returned unofficially and they were given quilts as well. More tears. Finally, an announcement that at 3:30 there would be an unplanned presentation to some WWII veterans. Well, there was no way I was going to leave and miss that ceremony!!!!!
These WWII Navy Veterans, here with an Honor Flight, all sailed together on the USS Indiana. As I sat there watching each of these precious elderly gentlemen I could picture my Dad and was overcome with sadness, missing him after losing him two years ago. These patriots had no idea why they were invited to the museum and were totally taken aback when their names were called and each was presented with a beautiful quilt. Some could barely stand on their own, some had family with them, some were so touched that they cried. What an incredible honor it was to be there to witness this display of appreciation for our older Veterans. I will never forget that afternoon.
Before all the volunteers left our area to return home to their respective states, Gail,who is an accomplished bugler and has played at many funerals and military functions, played taps at the graveside of George Washington. What a beautiful final gesture for them before they departed, and what an honor it was for us to be there to share the love and gratitude America feels for it's Veterans.
It all started months ago when the founder of Quilts of Honor, Gail Belmont, Army veteran herself, told me about an upcoming quilt exhibition that was to take place at the National Museum of the Marine Corps in Virginia. It was to be held October 4-6 with a quilt presentation planned for 2pm on that Saturday. Then the federal government shutdown and the Museum was closed to the public. A museum that really lent itself to the display of quilts draped from walls and railings. There were multitudes of quilts, all hand made and created by quilters from all over the country that were packed and transported to the Museum. The quilters spent months, years creating military themed quilts which are their specialty for this exhibition.
The quilters traveled here from states east and west with plans to visit all the military memorials in Washington DC as part of their week in the area. As you know, along with the museum all the open air memorials were also closed. It was obvious throughout their visit here, God was at work opening doors for every door that closed. A new venue was found for the exhibition and presentation.....Mt. Vernon, home of George Washington, welcomed Quilts of Honor and did a splendid job displaying their quilts, although fewer than originally planned for the larger museum. They opened a portion of their gift shop and offered their small auditorium. But before I tell you about my visit that Saturday to see the quilts I want to share the other miracles that took place for the quilters.
A trip to the WWII Memorial that was closed to the public, but barricades were opened and they were free to visit and also meet many Veterans who were there with an Honor Flight. The Vietnam Wall, also closed, was a very special visit. The name of the brother of one of the quilters is on the wall, and they were determined to lay a wreath and also lay quilts in front of the wall for magnificent photos.
I was in the best of company with two good friends who are moms of combat wounded warriors at Walter Reed. We were blessed to attend the events on Saturday, not realizing just how emotional the afternoon would become. The quilts were the most beautiful we had ever seen. QOH does not sell them...they make them strictly to present to combat veterans of all generations. Each quilt was more beautiful than the next, some more intricate, all patriotic.....eagles, flags, stars and stripes. After closely examining the handiwork of the quilters, we took our seats in the auditorium for the presentation. Gail and her volunteers had previously met many combat veterans while visiting the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and invited them to Mt Vernon, not divulging the real reason for their invitation which was to present them with quilts and also gift them with passes to visit the Museum.
The ceremony started with members of our National Honor Guard, four (over 6ft tall) handsome Color Guard marching to the stage. No matter where or when I see our flag and sing our national anthem, I get teary. It never fails...the tears run. One of the members of QOH, Marsha Borelli Silva is a singer and songwriter who performed two songs she composed, "Freedom is Not Free" and "America" and then the tears really started flowing. I am extremely patriotic and get very emotional when it comes to honoring our country. Then the presentation began. The name of each veteran was called and a member of QOH presented a quilt that was related to his or her branch of the military. Each presentation brought a round of applause from an approving auditorium. In closing the Color Guard marched out, and then returned unofficially and they were given quilts as well. More tears. Finally, an announcement that at 3:30 there would be an unplanned presentation to some WWII veterans. Well, there was no way I was going to leave and miss that ceremony!!!!!
These WWII Navy Veterans, here with an Honor Flight, all sailed together on the USS Indiana. As I sat there watching each of these precious elderly gentlemen I could picture my Dad and was overcome with sadness, missing him after losing him two years ago. These patriots had no idea why they were invited to the museum and were totally taken aback when their names were called and each was presented with a beautiful quilt. Some could barely stand on their own, some had family with them, some were so touched that they cried. What an incredible honor it was to be there to witness this display of appreciation for our older Veterans. I will never forget that afternoon.
Before all the volunteers left our area to return home to their respective states, Gail,who is an accomplished bugler and has played at many funerals and military functions, played taps at the graveside of George Washington. What a beautiful final gesture for them before they departed, and what an honor it was for us to be there to share the love and gratitude America feels for it's Veterans.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
CARRYING ON TRADITION
CARRYING ON TRADITION
I have to admit that my memory fails to recall far too many details of how I became connected with some of the recipients of my care packages. The internet was, without a doubt, the most significant means of locating troops I would ship to throughout their deployments. I cannot remember how some of those troops found me or how I found them.....possibly through Marine forums, through friends, through previous recipients.......a multitude of possibilities.
Back in 2006 I received an email with the name of a Marine who was looking for support for his unit deployed to Fallujah. They were a reserve infantry unit, 1st Battalion, 25th Marines, Charlie Company, "New England's Own" out of Enfield, CT. The Marine who was the author of that email was 1stSgt Ben Grainger. I immediately replied that I would be honored to support his Marines and Sailors with care packages. That was the beginning of a most unique friendship.
Ben was a prolific writer and every evening before he retired after a long day he would sit at his computer (when the power was working) and send an email out to all the families of his troops calling it "The Daily Life Corner." I say he was unique because daily communication with their families was high priority. He wanted to reassure all of them back home. So, no matter how exhausted he was after all day patrols or missions outside the wire, he would pour himself a strong cup of java and write....always with a sense of humor. Describing daily life in "the Ville", sharing names of Marines not getting mail, tips for men only, tips for women only, marriage tips, always acknowledging and speaking proudly of his Marines...he would write until his eyelids were closing. He should have been a journalist and I told him that many times because he had a gift, bringing alive what he expressed with words. He was able to reassure the families with his humorous descriptions of everything going on around them. He dubbed Fallujah "The Ville" and their building that they secured as their home the "Holiday Inn Express". He loved to write about the unpleasant problem they encountered with rats and other crawling insects and rodents, how the rats chewed through electrical cables and rendered their electronics useless (reason for computer blackouts). He described the rats as "stealthy insurgent rats that took a liking to his favorite snacks I sent him like trail mix and beef jerky" and in detail shared his plans to eliminate them. He referred to his Marines as 'the boys.'
In their building Ben set up a gallery with photos of family and friends, explaining to me that the guys were motivated by the support from home and seeing their photos was a great comfort. He even had a version of the USO shows.....with photos! He would place a photo of a famous person like Brittney Spears in a frame in the chow hall and tell them she was the server that day. Creative, always thinking of new ways to keep their spirits up. He was there for his boys no matter what the need. They respected and trusted him.
One of Ben's creations caught the attention of their local press back home, the Hartford Courant. They sent a reporter over to Iraq to spend some time with Ben and his Marines. Back home everyone was talking about his nightly reports and his 'new religion', as Ben called it....."Americantology". At night, for an hour on the sandbagged roof of their building they would meet, erect a flag pole from a radio antennae, haul a boom box up there, and play requests from each of the Marines. Their favorites, from patriotic to country to heavy metal.....whatever music made them feel closer to home. Ben would be their chief prophet, preacher and proselytizer of Americantology. I truly felt honored to be included in the 1/25 family.
Ben and I corresponded almost daily and stayed in touch when his unit returned home, but not often. We did communicate a few times a year. I knew that Ben had kids, but back in 2006 they really were just kids but did not recall how old his boys were. Just the other day I got a message from Ben on Facebook. He was inquiring whether I would consider sending care packages to his son, now enlisted in the Army and serving in Afghanistan!!!! Well, you can imagine how excited I was to be able to support the son of a Marine I had shipped to years ago. Carrying on the tradition with the next generation really touched my heart. Today my first box will be shipped to Ben's son, Ben Jr!!!!! When I started writing for the The Glidden Graphic, I knew one day I would share the story of Ben Grainger and now I had a perfect reason to write it....a father and his son serve their country. What a blessing for me to keep the tradition going forward!!!
I have to admit that my memory fails to recall far too many details of how I became connected with some of the recipients of my care packages. The internet was, without a doubt, the most significant means of locating troops I would ship to throughout their deployments. I cannot remember how some of those troops found me or how I found them.....possibly through Marine forums, through friends, through previous recipients.......a multitude of possibilities.
Back in 2006 I received an email with the name of a Marine who was looking for support for his unit deployed to Fallujah. They were a reserve infantry unit, 1st Battalion, 25th Marines, Charlie Company, "New England's Own" out of Enfield, CT. The Marine who was the author of that email was 1stSgt Ben Grainger. I immediately replied that I would be honored to support his Marines and Sailors with care packages. That was the beginning of a most unique friendship.
Ben was a prolific writer and every evening before he retired after a long day he would sit at his computer (when the power was working) and send an email out to all the families of his troops calling it "The Daily Life Corner." I say he was unique because daily communication with their families was high priority. He wanted to reassure all of them back home. So, no matter how exhausted he was after all day patrols or missions outside the wire, he would pour himself a strong cup of java and write....always with a sense of humor. Describing daily life in "the Ville", sharing names of Marines not getting mail, tips for men only, tips for women only, marriage tips, always acknowledging and speaking proudly of his Marines...he would write until his eyelids were closing. He should have been a journalist and I told him that many times because he had a gift, bringing alive what he expressed with words. He was able to reassure the families with his humorous descriptions of everything going on around them. He dubbed Fallujah "The Ville" and their building that they secured as their home the "Holiday Inn Express". He loved to write about the unpleasant problem they encountered with rats and other crawling insects and rodents, how the rats chewed through electrical cables and rendered their electronics useless (reason for computer blackouts). He described the rats as "stealthy insurgent rats that took a liking to his favorite snacks I sent him like trail mix and beef jerky" and in detail shared his plans to eliminate them. He referred to his Marines as 'the boys.'
In their building Ben set up a gallery with photos of family and friends, explaining to me that the guys were motivated by the support from home and seeing their photos was a great comfort. He even had a version of the USO shows.....with photos! He would place a photo of a famous person like Brittney Spears in a frame in the chow hall and tell them she was the server that day. Creative, always thinking of new ways to keep their spirits up. He was there for his boys no matter what the need. They respected and trusted him.
One of Ben's creations caught the attention of their local press back home, the Hartford Courant. They sent a reporter over to Iraq to spend some time with Ben and his Marines. Back home everyone was talking about his nightly reports and his 'new religion', as Ben called it....."Americantology". At night, for an hour on the sandbagged roof of their building they would meet, erect a flag pole from a radio antennae, haul a boom box up there, and play requests from each of the Marines. Their favorites, from patriotic to country to heavy metal.....whatever music made them feel closer to home. Ben would be their chief prophet, preacher and proselytizer of Americantology. I truly felt honored to be included in the 1/25 family.
Ben and I corresponded almost daily and stayed in touch when his unit returned home, but not often. We did communicate a few times a year. I knew that Ben had kids, but back in 2006 they really were just kids but did not recall how old his boys were. Just the other day I got a message from Ben on Facebook. He was inquiring whether I would consider sending care packages to his son, now enlisted in the Army and serving in Afghanistan!!!! Well, you can imagine how excited I was to be able to support the son of a Marine I had shipped to years ago. Carrying on the tradition with the next generation really touched my heart. Today my first box will be shipped to Ben's son, Ben Jr!!!!! When I started writing for the The Glidden Graphic, I knew one day I would share the story of Ben Grainger and now I had a perfect reason to write it....a father and his son serve their country. What a blessing for me to keep the tradition going forward!!!
Sunday, August 25, 2013
DELAWARE VOLUNTEERS VISIT WALTER REED
DELAWARE VOLUNTEERS VISIT WALTER REED
In order to relate the story of the Marines Helping Marines cookout on August 22, 2013 I have to travel back in time a couple of years. I also need to emphasize how the internet has impacted the last ten years of my life. How the Lord connects people and circumstances is something that never ceases to amaze me. This story starts with a friend of mine in Michigan who maintains a large internet network of people supporting our troops. One very special person on her email list is a man in Delaware who himself has an extensive email distribution list sharing prayer requests and news about our troops. That man, Dan Dobson, is a Vietnam Air Force veteran and a compassionate patriot who loves his country and our wounded warriors.
A few months ago I received a request from Marines Helping Marines seeking sponsors for our monthly cookouts at Walter Reed which I in turn forwarded to my email list. One of the recipients of that request was Dan, with Trinity Logistics in Seaford, Delaware. Dan presented the request to the employees of Trinity and their response was overwhelmingly positive. He informed me that each employee pays into a fund that is designated for supporting a worthy cause. You have no idea how blessed I felt when he contacted me that the vote was unanimous....they wanted to sponsor our cookout for August and not only that, they wanted participate by driving down to Maryland to meet and serve our wounded warriors and their families.
Thirteen of them were able to make the trip......employees and a few family members. Trinity is a very family oriented company which employs multiple generations of families. They arose early to leave Delaware at 7am and arrived safely at Walter Reed around 9am. I had time to explain the buffet set up procedure while we awaited the arrival of the MHM Veterans who were bringing the equipment and the food. This was a first for the team from Trinity......spending time with severely wounded Soldiers and Marines, and they were looking forward to taking part in serving our guests, who number around one hundred and fifty.
For the first time this season the veterans with the supplies were running late! There is quite a lot of organization and labor involved in the preparation........ setting up tables, arranging the order of the many courses, cutting dozens of trays of fresh fruits and veggies, grilling the steaks, chicken, kababs, burgers and hotdogs .....six long tables arranged with a wide variety of side dishes including desserts, cookies and brownies baked by our volunteers. What was most impressive was that with all those helping hands we were set up in record time.....less than forty-five minutes. Normally it takes well over an hour but we were ready with time to spare! That's how determined and enthusiastic our volunteers were!!!
11:30am. Time for our guests to arrive.....a nonstop procession of warriors with wheelchairs, crutches, Segways and gurneys accompanied by their families with children and strollers. They filled their plates and sat to relax and enjoy a real barbecue, a welcome change from their daily hospital fare. It was extremely hot that day.....over ninety in the shade.....but the heat did not dampen spirits in the least. Each of the volunteers from Trinity was grateful to have been in the presence of such true American heroes. As Dan so aptly wrote when he returned home, "Team Trinity was honored to host a lavish barbeque for our Wounded Warriors and their families at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center Building 62. If the cowardly enemy who have maimed these troops think they have broken their spirit, that delusion joins the many that cloud their perverted minds. We were humbled by these men and women who represent the finest we have to offer. They have set the gold standard for perseverance in the face of what many would see as insurmountable odds. God has blessed them as they have given so much for so many of us. It was inspiring to meet them and serve them."
Volunteering is a beautiful opportunity to serve God...... there is no greater sense of reward than serving others. Whether it is wounded warriors or a special need in one's community, the mission is to provide for their needs. This is just one of many stories of groups or individuals who have stepped up to the plate when they saw a chance to give back to our wounded service men and women. Trinity Logistics was instrumental in lifting the spirits of those who attended the cookout that day. They shared with me that this event was an experience they would never forget and they look forward to returning next summer.
In order to relate the story of the Marines Helping Marines cookout on August 22, 2013 I have to travel back in time a couple of years. I also need to emphasize how the internet has impacted the last ten years of my life. How the Lord connects people and circumstances is something that never ceases to amaze me. This story starts with a friend of mine in Michigan who maintains a large internet network of people supporting our troops. One very special person on her email list is a man in Delaware who himself has an extensive email distribution list sharing prayer requests and news about our troops. That man, Dan Dobson, is a Vietnam Air Force veteran and a compassionate patriot who loves his country and our wounded warriors.
A few months ago I received a request from Marines Helping Marines seeking sponsors for our monthly cookouts at Walter Reed which I in turn forwarded to my email list. One of the recipients of that request was Dan, with Trinity Logistics in Seaford, Delaware. Dan presented the request to the employees of Trinity and their response was overwhelmingly positive. He informed me that each employee pays into a fund that is designated for supporting a worthy cause. You have no idea how blessed I felt when he contacted me that the vote was unanimous....they wanted to sponsor our cookout for August and not only that, they wanted participate by driving down to Maryland to meet and serve our wounded warriors and their families.
Thirteen of them were able to make the trip......employees and a few family members. Trinity is a very family oriented company which employs multiple generations of families. They arose early to leave Delaware at 7am and arrived safely at Walter Reed around 9am. I had time to explain the buffet set up procedure while we awaited the arrival of the MHM Veterans who were bringing the equipment and the food. This was a first for the team from Trinity......spending time with severely wounded Soldiers and Marines, and they were looking forward to taking part in serving our guests, who number around one hundred and fifty.
For the first time this season the veterans with the supplies were running late! There is quite a lot of organization and labor involved in the preparation........ setting up tables, arranging the order of the many courses, cutting dozens of trays of fresh fruits and veggies, grilling the steaks, chicken, kababs, burgers and hotdogs .....six long tables arranged with a wide variety of side dishes including desserts, cookies and brownies baked by our volunteers. What was most impressive was that with all those helping hands we were set up in record time.....less than forty-five minutes. Normally it takes well over an hour but we were ready with time to spare! That's how determined and enthusiastic our volunteers were!!!
11:30am. Time for our guests to arrive.....a nonstop procession of warriors with wheelchairs, crutches, Segways and gurneys accompanied by their families with children and strollers. They filled their plates and sat to relax and enjoy a real barbecue, a welcome change from their daily hospital fare. It was extremely hot that day.....over ninety in the shade.....but the heat did not dampen spirits in the least. Each of the volunteers from Trinity was grateful to have been in the presence of such true American heroes. As Dan so aptly wrote when he returned home, "Team Trinity was honored to host a lavish barbeque for our Wounded Warriors and their families at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center Building 62. If the cowardly enemy who have maimed these troops think they have broken their spirit, that delusion joins the many that cloud their perverted minds. We were humbled by these men and women who represent the finest we have to offer. They have set the gold standard for perseverance in the face of what many would see as insurmountable odds. God has blessed them as they have given so much for so many of us. It was inspiring to meet them and serve them."
Volunteering is a beautiful opportunity to serve God...... there is no greater sense of reward than serving others. Whether it is wounded warriors or a special need in one's community, the mission is to provide for their needs. This is just one of many stories of groups or individuals who have stepped up to the plate when they saw a chance to give back to our wounded service men and women. Trinity Logistics was instrumental in lifting the spirits of those who attended the cookout that day. They shared with me that this event was an experience they would never forget and they look forward to returning next summer.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
AN INJURED MARINE'S FAMILY AND THEIR DOGS
AN INJURED MARINE'S FAMILY AND THEIR DOGS
It all started back in March 2012 when Major Eric Burkett was severely injured while piloting his Osprey Tiltrotor helicopter that crashed during a training mission in Morocco. (You may recall a previous column I wrote last November entitled "Kilts and Bagpipes"... about Major Burkett and the MCFD Pipes and Drums). This journey began when he was flown to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center - Bethesda. His family, living in Jacksonville, NC immediately came to the hospital to be at his side. His family consists of his wife and four adorable children. Left behind were their two dogs Honor and Izzie, English setters that are inseparable.
This is the story of Honor and Izzie, two English Setters, and how their lives were altered since Eric was injured. It was necessary to place them in a kennel in NC indefinitely with the future completely uncertain. That was sixteen months ago and the family is still living here as Eric prepares for another surgery this week which will require remaining here for another ten to twelve months.
Eric's wife Melissa has returned to NC many times since he was admitted to the hospital to check on the dogs and to retrieve items needed for the lengthy stay here in Maryland. A few of those trips allowed her and the kids and sometimes Eric, to stay for a few days....an opportunity to bring Honor and Izzie home from the kennel. However, for almost the entire time they have been here the dogs have been there in the kennel. Thankfully that kennel was a loving one where they could remain together with spacious quarters and plenty of room to exercise. Nevertheless, they were far away from the family who loved them and the separation was difficult for everyone including the dogs.
Fast forward to July 2013. Realizing that the family would not be moving back to NC for quite some time they decided to find a kennel in Maryland which would allow them to visit Honor and Izzie regularly. Some very close friends, the Mallarys, who live in Maryland, had a kennel on the property adjacent to theirs. How perfect!!! Next door to friends whose home they already visited frequently. The dogs were moved up here in June hoping this would be the best possible solution for everyone. You can imagine how hard it was for their children to be separated from their 'best friends' for so long.
Sadly, this solution was not the final one. The kennel was less than satisfactory. Too small, lack of space, and not enough attention. It was painful for the family to see their dogs in such a setting and something needed to change. Researching other arrangements Melissa found and related to me the existence of organizations that match foster homes with military pets, a service I had no idea existed, but a service that is surely a blessing to those military families that often cannot take their pets with them for a year or more when they transfer locations. Foster families will take the pets on a extended temporary basis so the pets do not have to be given away permanently. What a beautiful concept!!! This is where this story really gets interesting..........
August 1, 2013. First thing in the morning I checked my Facebook page, and there was a message from Rick Blandford, manager of the Pipe and Drum band which read, "This is the longest I've been without a dog in my life. Next week I will be looking for a 'loner dog' to take to the river....must be a large dog that loves water. I will return him clean and tired". That post sparked an idea in my mind.....perhaps Rick and his wife Bonnie would consider being foster parents for the Burkett's two dogs!!! Keep in mind Eric and Rick had met at the first cookout last year so they were not strangers. I sent a message to Rick inquiring if they would consider taking the Burkett's two dogs for as long as needed. Rick said he would check with Bonnie. My heart was so excited at the possibility!!! Rick wrote back asking about the dogs and whether they are used to being around cats since Bonnie has two cats. I got the necessary information from Melissa and forwarded it to Rick. My anticipation was growing by the minute! Then, on Sunday, the 4th, Rick came to visit the Burketts at the barracks where they live to discuss the details.
Later that evening when I met with Eric and Melissa and asked how things were looking, I got the awesome news......this Thursday, August 8th, the day before Eric's surgery, Rick and Bonnie will be picking up Honor and Izzie at the kennel to bring them to their home.....a real home with a real family and a large fenced in yard.....praise be to God!!! Only He could choreograph all of this...........from one kennel to another to a message on Facebook that would bring all if this together. Days later and I am still in complete awe of how the Lord can do absolutely anything!!
There is one little detail I saved for last. When Eric and Rick first met, Eric had inquired about learning to play the bagpipes. Due to their busy schedules, a year has passed with no opportunity for that to happen. With the dogs at Rick's home, there will be many visits and many hours to learn to play the bagpipes!!!! So things really did come together in many many ways. As Rick so beautifully posted on Facebook on Sunday evening...."A few days ago I was looking for a loaner dog, today I meet with a USMC Major who will be at Walter Reed for ten more months while he gets a new leg. Bonnie Blandford, Erik Blandford and I just got the honor to be foster parents for his two dogs......how cool." Did I shed a few tears? You bet I did!!!
To be honest, the true benefit of having the Burketts here for so long is that I have been blessed with their friendship, getting to really know their kids and love them more than I can express. They are a big part of my life and I am so thankful for our friendship. Above all, I thank God for guiding all of our lives and bringing us together. He is so wise!!!
It all started back in March 2012 when Major Eric Burkett was severely injured while piloting his Osprey Tiltrotor helicopter that crashed during a training mission in Morocco. (You may recall a previous column I wrote last November entitled "Kilts and Bagpipes"... about Major Burkett and the MCFD Pipes and Drums). This journey began when he was flown to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center - Bethesda. His family, living in Jacksonville, NC immediately came to the hospital to be at his side. His family consists of his wife and four adorable children. Left behind were their two dogs Honor and Izzie, English setters that are inseparable.
This is the story of Honor and Izzie, two English Setters, and how their lives were altered since Eric was injured. It was necessary to place them in a kennel in NC indefinitely with the future completely uncertain. That was sixteen months ago and the family is still living here as Eric prepares for another surgery this week which will require remaining here for another ten to twelve months.
Eric's wife Melissa has returned to NC many times since he was admitted to the hospital to check on the dogs and to retrieve items needed for the lengthy stay here in Maryland. A few of those trips allowed her and the kids and sometimes Eric, to stay for a few days....an opportunity to bring Honor and Izzie home from the kennel. However, for almost the entire time they have been here the dogs have been there in the kennel. Thankfully that kennel was a loving one where they could remain together with spacious quarters and plenty of room to exercise. Nevertheless, they were far away from the family who loved them and the separation was difficult for everyone including the dogs.
Fast forward to July 2013. Realizing that the family would not be moving back to NC for quite some time they decided to find a kennel in Maryland which would allow them to visit Honor and Izzie regularly. Some very close friends, the Mallarys, who live in Maryland, had a kennel on the property adjacent to theirs. How perfect!!! Next door to friends whose home they already visited frequently. The dogs were moved up here in June hoping this would be the best possible solution for everyone. You can imagine how hard it was for their children to be separated from their 'best friends' for so long.
Sadly, this solution was not the final one. The kennel was less than satisfactory. Too small, lack of space, and not enough attention. It was painful for the family to see their dogs in such a setting and something needed to change. Researching other arrangements Melissa found and related to me the existence of organizations that match foster homes with military pets, a service I had no idea existed, but a service that is surely a blessing to those military families that often cannot take their pets with them for a year or more when they transfer locations. Foster families will take the pets on a extended temporary basis so the pets do not have to be given away permanently. What a beautiful concept!!! This is where this story really gets interesting..........
August 1, 2013. First thing in the morning I checked my Facebook page, and there was a message from Rick Blandford, manager of the Pipe and Drum band which read, "This is the longest I've been without a dog in my life. Next week I will be looking for a 'loner dog' to take to the river....must be a large dog that loves water. I will return him clean and tired". That post sparked an idea in my mind.....perhaps Rick and his wife Bonnie would consider being foster parents for the Burkett's two dogs!!! Keep in mind Eric and Rick had met at the first cookout last year so they were not strangers. I sent a message to Rick inquiring if they would consider taking the Burkett's two dogs for as long as needed. Rick said he would check with Bonnie. My heart was so excited at the possibility!!! Rick wrote back asking about the dogs and whether they are used to being around cats since Bonnie has two cats. I got the necessary information from Melissa and forwarded it to Rick. My anticipation was growing by the minute! Then, on Sunday, the 4th, Rick came to visit the Burketts at the barracks where they live to discuss the details.
Later that evening when I met with Eric and Melissa and asked how things were looking, I got the awesome news......this Thursday, August 8th, the day before Eric's surgery, Rick and Bonnie will be picking up Honor and Izzie at the kennel to bring them to their home.....a real home with a real family and a large fenced in yard.....praise be to God!!! Only He could choreograph all of this...........from one kennel to another to a message on Facebook that would bring all if this together. Days later and I am still in complete awe of how the Lord can do absolutely anything!!
There is one little detail I saved for last. When Eric and Rick first met, Eric had inquired about learning to play the bagpipes. Due to their busy schedules, a year has passed with no opportunity for that to happen. With the dogs at Rick's home, there will be many visits and many hours to learn to play the bagpipes!!!! So things really did come together in many many ways. As Rick so beautifully posted on Facebook on Sunday evening...."A few days ago I was looking for a loaner dog, today I meet with a USMC Major who will be at Walter Reed for ten more months while he gets a new leg. Bonnie Blandford, Erik Blandford and I just got the honor to be foster parents for his two dogs......how cool." Did I shed a few tears? You bet I did!!!
To be honest, the true benefit of having the Burketts here for so long is that I have been blessed with their friendship, getting to really know their kids and love them more than I can express. They are a big part of my life and I am so thankful for our friendship. Above all, I thank God for guiding all of our lives and bringing us together. He is so wise!!!
Thursday, July 18, 2013
A GIFT THAT STARTED IN AFRICA
A GIFT THAT STARTED IN AFRICA
Way back when I started shipping care packages to our Marines overseas I often inquired if they would share with me addresses in other locations that I might support. One of those locations was Djibouti, Africa and that was back in 2004. One of those recipients, a first sergeant, wrote to thank me and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship that has continued to this day, and I believe will continue forever.
1stSgt Courtney Curtis, who was with the 3/2 India Company, 4th MEB (Marine Expeditionary Brigade), CJTF (Command Joint Task Force) Djibouti at the time was my new contact in Africa. He shared photos of himself and his Marines, camels, the terrain (hot dry desert) and the chow hall and helped to give me a sense of the base where they lived and worked. It truly makes a difference when I can visualize who receives the boxes I ship and where they go!!!!
Not long after Courtney and I connected, it was time for him to come home on leave during his year deployment. It was around Easter that year and while he was home his father became ill. He had to return to Florida to be with his Dad and on his way back to Africa had a stop over in Maryland, at BWI airport. I had the opportunity to meet him while he was waiting for his connecting flight. What an great day that was......we had a couple of hours to chat about our families, get to know each other and then say goodbye.
Not long after that I received a very special gift. My first American flag, flown in my honor, accompanied by a certificate stating that it was flown on Memorial Day May 31st, 2004. Along with the certificate was a letter from 1stSgt Curtis that said: "Susan, a small token of our appreciation. From all of us to you, we thank you for your support of our troops deployed. This flag was flown in Djibouti Africa in your honor. We think the date is a special one, as we remember those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms we share today. We also remember those that have given a part of themselves each and every day ensuring that our troops deployed are not forgotten. Thank you, may God bless you in all that you do." Well, you can imagine my reaction to such a meaningful gift......by now you know me......I broke down and wept. My brother in law was kind enough to mount these items in a beautiful shadow box which is displayed proudly in my home. I also received some cultural gifts such as a wooden African mask that I love.
Courtney had been in the Marine Corps since he graduated from high school, and shortly thereafter married his high school sweetheart Becky. To this day, they are still like high school sweethearts with a precious love that has gotten them through multiple deployments, as well as a son who followed his dad's footsteps into the Marine Corps. In 2005 when my nephew Alex was returning to Camp Lejeune from a deployment to Afghanistan, my family and I were there for the homecoming. Courtney happened to be between deployments himself so I was invited to their charming home for dinner. What a memorable evening that was! I felt very welcomed and knew that our friendship was something out of the ordinary. During that trip he arranged for a visit to the new Wounded Warrior Barracks (Maxwell Hall), a refurbished barracks on base for our wounded warriors who were transitioning from hospital to home or back to active duty. I had no idea at the time that my life would be moving in the direction of volunteering with our wounded warriors at Walter Reed (then Bethesda Naval Hospital). Now that I look back I can see where the Lord was positioning me for what was to come!!!!
No matter where Courtney was stationed I supported his Marines with care packages. His next deployment was to Iraq in 2005 with VMA 223. (Marine Attack Squadron with Harrier Jets). I received a second folded American flag with a certificate that was flown on September 11, 2005, the date chosen by Courtney, knowing how meaningful that date would always be.
When he returned from that deployment he was preparing for the Marine Corps Marathon. I knew that if he was running that race he would have to be back here in the Maryland DC area. I had the opportunity to cook him dinner! On a Sunday morning he was invited to my Dad's for breakfast, so the whole family got to meet him.
Now everyone in my family understood what a treasure he is and why our friendship means so much.
Courtney has transferred a few times since then, traveled all over the country, and finally retired from the Marine Corps as a Sergeant Major just a couple of months ago. Their family has settled in Yuma, Arizona, where he was at one time stationed and he and Becky fell in love with the climate and the area. We stay in touch, something that will be much easier now that he will not be deploying again, and will be employed close to home. Living with Becky full time is a new experience and one that I know they are cherishing after a long career of deployments.
My life has been blessed by his friendship....in so many ways. He taught me quite a bit about the Marine Corps over the years. I hope that our paths will cross again, but I feel sure that they will. Courtney is one of the gifts that the care package ministry have given me. I have only my God to thank....for only He knows His plans for me........and so far He has done a perfect job of guiding me.
Way back when I started shipping care packages to our Marines overseas I often inquired if they would share with me addresses in other locations that I might support. One of those locations was Djibouti, Africa and that was back in 2004. One of those recipients, a first sergeant, wrote to thank me and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship that has continued to this day, and I believe will continue forever.
1stSgt Courtney Curtis, who was with the 3/2 India Company, 4th MEB (Marine Expeditionary Brigade), CJTF (Command Joint Task Force) Djibouti at the time was my new contact in Africa. He shared photos of himself and his Marines, camels, the terrain (hot dry desert) and the chow hall and helped to give me a sense of the base where they lived and worked. It truly makes a difference when I can visualize who receives the boxes I ship and where they go!!!!
Not long after Courtney and I connected, it was time for him to come home on leave during his year deployment. It was around Easter that year and while he was home his father became ill. He had to return to Florida to be with his Dad and on his way back to Africa had a stop over in Maryland, at BWI airport. I had the opportunity to meet him while he was waiting for his connecting flight. What an great day that was......we had a couple of hours to chat about our families, get to know each other and then say goodbye.
Not long after that I received a very special gift. My first American flag, flown in my honor, accompanied by a certificate stating that it was flown on Memorial Day May 31st, 2004. Along with the certificate was a letter from 1stSgt Curtis that said: "Susan, a small token of our appreciation. From all of us to you, we thank you for your support of our troops deployed. This flag was flown in Djibouti Africa in your honor. We think the date is a special one, as we remember those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms we share today. We also remember those that have given a part of themselves each and every day ensuring that our troops deployed are not forgotten. Thank you, may God bless you in all that you do." Well, you can imagine my reaction to such a meaningful gift......by now you know me......I broke down and wept. My brother in law was kind enough to mount these items in a beautiful shadow box which is displayed proudly in my home. I also received some cultural gifts such as a wooden African mask that I love.
Courtney had been in the Marine Corps since he graduated from high school, and shortly thereafter married his high school sweetheart Becky. To this day, they are still like high school sweethearts with a precious love that has gotten them through multiple deployments, as well as a son who followed his dad's footsteps into the Marine Corps. In 2005 when my nephew Alex was returning to Camp Lejeune from a deployment to Afghanistan, my family and I were there for the homecoming. Courtney happened to be between deployments himself so I was invited to their charming home for dinner. What a memorable evening that was! I felt very welcomed and knew that our friendship was something out of the ordinary. During that trip he arranged for a visit to the new Wounded Warrior Barracks (Maxwell Hall), a refurbished barracks on base for our wounded warriors who were transitioning from hospital to home or back to active duty. I had no idea at the time that my life would be moving in the direction of volunteering with our wounded warriors at Walter Reed (then Bethesda Naval Hospital). Now that I look back I can see where the Lord was positioning me for what was to come!!!!
No matter where Courtney was stationed I supported his Marines with care packages. His next deployment was to Iraq in 2005 with VMA 223. (Marine Attack Squadron with Harrier Jets). I received a second folded American flag with a certificate that was flown on September 11, 2005, the date chosen by Courtney, knowing how meaningful that date would always be.
When he returned from that deployment he was preparing for the Marine Corps Marathon. I knew that if he was running that race he would have to be back here in the Maryland DC area. I had the opportunity to cook him dinner! On a Sunday morning he was invited to my Dad's for breakfast, so the whole family got to meet him.
Now everyone in my family understood what a treasure he is and why our friendship means so much.
Courtney has transferred a few times since then, traveled all over the country, and finally retired from the Marine Corps as a Sergeant Major just a couple of months ago. Their family has settled in Yuma, Arizona, where he was at one time stationed and he and Becky fell in love with the climate and the area. We stay in touch, something that will be much easier now that he will not be deploying again, and will be employed close to home. Living with Becky full time is a new experience and one that I know they are cherishing after a long career of deployments.
My life has been blessed by his friendship....in so many ways. He taught me quite a bit about the Marine Corps over the years. I hope that our paths will cross again, but I feel sure that they will. Courtney is one of the gifts that the care package ministry have given me. I have only my God to thank....for only He knows His plans for me........and so far He has done a perfect job of guiding me.
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