Eric is now back to the Balad Air Force Base. His e-mail yesterday said it was 121 degrees F, and he's working in a cement truck with no air conditioning. He goes through 20 water bottles a day, dumping most of them over his head. It sounds like torture. I think there isn't enough money to compensate these kids for doing these unpleasant jobs and being in a war zone. He has eight more weeks there.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Baghdad
Eric recently had a "mission" to Baghdad and was at the base there called "Victory" for three days. He said it was a nice change of pace, and he was excited to go. This photo is one of Saddam's palaces that did not get destroyed.




Eric is now back to the Balad Air Force Base. His e-mail yesterday said it was 121 degrees F, and he's working in a cement truck with no air conditioning. He goes through 20 water bottles a day, dumping most of them over his head. It sounds like torture. I think there isn't enough money to compensate these kids for doing these unpleasant jobs and being in a war zone. He has eight more weeks there.
Eric is now back to the Balad Air Force Base. His e-mail yesterday said it was 121 degrees F, and he's working in a cement truck with no air conditioning. He goes through 20 water bottles a day, dumping most of them over his head. It sounds like torture. I think there isn't enough money to compensate these kids for doing these unpleasant jobs and being in a war zone. He has eight more weeks there.
Friday, June 4, 2010
A Day of "Lasts"
Today, June 4, 2010, was a day of "lasts." It was the last day Quinn and Alex will go to Calvin Smith Elementary, the last day they will go to sixth grade.
It's the last day they will get on this bus with these neighborhood children.
It's the last day they will get on this bus with these neighborhood children.
It's the last day for Gage to be a single man, the last day he will live in this house.
And tomorrow will be a day of firsts.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memorial Day
My brother- and sister-in law sent me this sweet story on Memorial Day, written by an airline captain. Currently having a son in Iraq myself, I was deeply touched by the message. It reads as follows:
My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. on this flight."
(H.R. stands for human remains.)
"Are they military?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Is there an escort?" I asked
"Yes. I already assigned him a seat."
"Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said.
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself, and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.
"My soldier is on his way back to Virginia," he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him, and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back, and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight, I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. "I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying is on board," she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife, and two-year-old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub, at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia.
The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendant's voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. "I'm on it," I said. I told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail-like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by, and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon, and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher, and the following is the text:
"Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now, and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival, a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks."
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, "You have no idea how much this will mean to them."
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach, and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
"There is a team in place to meet the aircraft," we were told. It looked like it was all coming together. Then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stant up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that, and the ramp controller said, "Take your time."
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His name is Private XXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXis under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXX. Also on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you."
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop, and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.
When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in, and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of "God bless you; I'm sorry; thank you; be proud," and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them. I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices the millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of America.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Alex came up for breakfast today and said, "hey, my dreams last night were in the English language!" It's May 24th which means he's been here exactly five months. Alex's English has drastically improved over the last week or so. His reading and writing have also improved substantially. Alex gave an oral report (with props and exhibits) on Denmark a few days ago. He reported that his teacher was very impressed and asked the other children what it would be like to go to Ukraine and give a report in Ukrainian in only five months.
Don't get me wrong, there's still challenges, but all in all he's doing really well. He seems to be getting along better with his peers, doesn't complain much about what we feed him, and fights very little when it's time for reading and homework.
Alex was baptized a couple weeks ago and was ordained a deacon yesterday. He seems as if he's taking it very seriously. He's excited to pass the sacrament this Sunday.
We spoke to Eric Saturday evening. He is scheduled to fly to Bagdad Tuesday morning for a couple of weeks. He says the heat there is tough to handle, 112 degrees for a few days. He said it's cooled a little. They have a swimming pool, but his group works such long hours that he never gets a chance to enjoy it.
We're gearing up for Gage's wedding in two weeks (June 5). It snowed today, and not just a little. But, the nice thing about spring snowfalls is the snow's gone in an hour or less and the grass is all nice and green. We just hope the cold weather does not damage our flowers and vegetables we planted a few days ago.
Don't get me wrong, there's still challenges, but all in all he's doing really well. He seems to be getting along better with his peers, doesn't complain much about what we feed him, and fights very little when it's time for reading and homework.
Alex was baptized a couple weeks ago and was ordained a deacon yesterday. He seems as if he's taking it very seriously. He's excited to pass the sacrament this Sunday.
We spoke to Eric Saturday evening. He is scheduled to fly to Bagdad Tuesday morning for a couple of weeks. He says the heat there is tough to handle, 112 degrees for a few days. He said it's cooled a little. They have a swimming pool, but his group works such long hours that he never gets a chance to enjoy it.
We're gearing up for Gage's wedding in two weeks (June 5). It snowed today, and not just a little. But, the nice thing about spring snowfalls is the snow's gone in an hour or less and the grass is all nice and green. We just hope the cold weather does not damage our flowers and vegetables we planted a few days ago.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Alex has been meeting with the missionaries in our home for the last couple months. It has been a wonderful experience for our entire family. Max, a returned missionary who served in Russia, has been helping us with the interpreting, although Alex really understands so much without interpretation. We have had some great discussions, and I truly believe Alex has a pretty good understanding of things. Today while I was playing the piano, he came and sat by me and asked me what the Holy Ghost felt like. Before I could even answer, he asked me if it felt like the sun was shining on you and making you feel warm inside when you felt sad about something. I told him "Yes." He said, "Oh, I already felt that." One day he was intent on finding out who Heavenly Father's father is. We finally just told him it didn't matter, some things we don't need to know, but it told us he was thinking about things. We had our last missionary discussion tonight and went through the baptismal questions. He had a clear understanding of each question. He has developed a good relationship with Max and Elder Hill and Elder Reams. I will never forget the look of surprise and happiness on his face the night we talked about eternal families and that he could some day return to Heavenly Father and be with his family forever. It was a totally new concept to him.
Alex's baptism is this Friday, May 14, at 6:00 p.m. at our church, 5980 South 1300 West. We invite all friends and relatives to join us for the special occasion.
Marissa and I attended a fun shower for Emily at her Aunt Char's house. It was a "time" shower. Each guest was assigned a time of day, and they brought gifts that would be used at that time. For instance, Marissa and I were assigned 8:00 a.m., so we gave Emily a waffle iron, etc., things that would be used at 8:00 a.m. It was really fun. I had never attended that kind of shower before.
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