Real heroes – amazing, and humbling, in what they do.
“Two days after she learned that a roadside bomb had blown up her husband’s Humvee in Afghanistan, Dena Yllescas began typing her first blog post for family in Nebraska. Her daughters — ages 7 years and 9 months — were asleep. Friends, who had rushed over with casseroles and cigarettes, had gone home. The 29-year-old…
A common thread about life at sea and flying from/working on an aircraft carrier is ‘hurry-up-and-wait;’ mostly because your time, your life is run by others. Whether it is Marshall trying to get everyone checked in for the last night recovery (only to wait until the ship finally turned into the wind) or stopping by…
Not the post I’d planned for today – received word late yesterday that our close friend and sister in Christ, Sarah, was back in the hospital this weekend for radiation treatment in her ongoing struggle mortal battle with cancer (now with lesions on the brain and one vertebra). Bob, her husband is also near total…
Three variables that interact with one another, sometimes subtly, others – not so. Three media for the photographers palette; tarry a moment and understand why we who go, or at one time went, to the sea were drawn nigh… "The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure…
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After 15 years I still do miss it. At times, terribly, because of the shipmates I had over the years. The noise of flight ops, the HCT-10 in my hydraulic shops on Ranger and Kitty Hawk, the Boatwain’s Pipe and on and on.
That funny looking trawler waiting off the VACapes. The Cape Henry Light coming over the horizon. Things like that. Yeah. I still miss it. Oh, how I do MISS IT.