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| In Memorium Gary Young: We've Lost a Hero
 My buddy, my friend, my fellow soldier.
Gary Young has passed away in his sleep yesterday morning(Saturday, October 14, 2006).
His loving wife, Janet, has asked that I let you all know.
He'll no doubt be saving us a good spot when we get to heaven.
I know that he was a very proud member of A Co. 1/501 and was always thinking of his fellow soldiers.
We will miss him
very much. Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened. JQ
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| Airborne Press Webzine Weekend 10.15.06
These are just a few inspirational thoughts (we hope) put together for those of us who couldn't get to the mosque, synagogue, or church of our choice this weekend. If you don't gain any inspiration, maybe you'll enjoy reading something a little different.
Airborne Press Webzine Weekend
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Brothers at Family Reunion this summer
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In our house, you never knew who was going to be there when you got up in the morning. We lived in a farming community and it wasn't as dangerous then as it is now.
My Dad would often pick up hitchhikers or anyone walking by the road, especially if he didn't know them.
Dad would ask, "What are you doing here, Who are you, etc." My Dad was always asking questions; sounds like someone else we know, right? And, the amazing thing about Dad is that he would not take "No" for an answer. So funny.
Anyway, one morning, I get up(about 12 years old)and there is this black (African American) guy sleeping on the floor. Now, this was in a era when people were much more prejudice than today. But, my Dad was color blind; what color someone was didn't make any difference to him. This was pretty advanced thinking in those days.
Dad had found this guy walking by the road, picked him up and brought him home because he didn't have anywhere to go. The guy didn't have anything but the clothes on his back and they were pretty ragged.
My Mom got pretty mad at my Dad, which she often did; but, if it bothered him, he never showed it. Mom was not quite as tolerant as her other half, so Dad made our guest a little place to sleep out in the barn and he started working with us on the farm. My Mom wouldn't let him eat at the table with us, so I was in charge of taking food to him.
Our guest almost never spoke, but was good at drawing. He drew these great pictures on everything and when we were on break from working in the field , he would draw amazing pictures in the dirt. He stayed with us for about ten months until the war started in Korea. He joined the military and we heard that he was killed in the Battle of the Chosin Reservoir. It made us all very sad, especially my Dad. KT
More information on Battle of Chosin Reservoir
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(AP Photo/Paul Sakuma)
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Recently, I read a story about a former pro football player, who earned three super bowl rings, but his career was marked by violence and often questionable play.
He actually settled a lawsuit brought by a teammate for about 500,000 dollars. What did the football player do? He slugged and permanently injured the teammate. After retirement, he started coaching a youth football team on which his son played.
Almost immediately, he was accused of questionable behavior. Duh!!
This story immediately reminded me of an incident growing up. My Dad came to all of my sporting events. I will never forget one baseball game I played in during the 7th grade. Our opponent beat the socks off us. I was upset and threw my glove a couple of times. My Dad made me walk all the way home-five miles- and he drove the car right beside me all the way. He would tell all these stories while driving as though someone was sitting in the seat next to him and then just guffaw(laugh loudly) while I was walking and mumbling and I'd say, "Come on Dad, I want to ride." "No Way." he said. "This car is only for good sports." KT
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American Casualty Report in Iraq
Thanks to Keyvan Minoukadeh
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