Photos by Ron Travis

Over to the left side at the top 

of the page is a link to some 

photos taken by Travis while 

stationed at FE Warren. Click on
Travis Photos. Best viewed in 
the Slideshow mode.

PRAYERS ARE NEEDED!

Email from Wade Aust:

Jerry, all the testing I've been having, finally determined I have Leukemia, So I start treatments next week. This requires 6 days in a row per month at the hospital in San Antonio, for 4 months. So as you can see, I won't be making the reunion. Oh! Well, maybe next time, if all goes well! Wade!

Please start saying prayers, for our friend Wade to beat this illness.
Email Wade at countrylivin@karnesec.net

HAPPY EASTER

Have a safe and wonderful weekend.

MEMORIES

There's nothing like a look back at an old barracks at Lackland AFB. I don't remember them being in such bad shape. Check out the asbestos shingles...Wow!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOCKLEY!!!

Stan the Man! 

Welcome to the "66" group! 

Enjoy the day!

Newly Found Guy....Ron Travis

Ron Travis.....Cable splicer...Stationed at FE Warren 1963-67...Transferred into Maintenance Control with Mugg, Jarvis and a few others. Give a shout out to Ron Travis when you get a chance.

  

and Ron, living in Michigan today:

DON'T FORGET....

On Sunday, March 14, 2010 at 2 a.m., Daylight Saving Time begins in the United States.

BRANSTETTER...? IS THAT YOU?

After looking for a long time and just about giving up....I received an email from Donald Walt Branstetter today. If you remember ol' Walt, give him a call at 402-968-3561 or drop him an email at dbranstetter@cox.net. 

VALENTINE'S DAY

VALENTINE'S DAY 

is right around the corner. 

Don't forget your sweetie!

BEE CAREFUL

Here's a recent snapshot of Ron Dowd. Like most of us, he's not the skinny Air Force guy we worked & lived with for all those years. Ron is a bee keeper in Colorado. Now that's a "sweet" job!!!

LATE POSTINGS

I recently returned from Broussard, LA. I was attending my 35 year old Nephew's funeral. Blaine fought a courageous 11 month battle with melanoma cancer. I have never seen that kind of bravery & courage in my lifetime. Please say a prayer of comfort for the rest of Blaine's family. These are hard times.

Blaine Thomas Duhon

JANUARY 18, 2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB CAVIN!!!

Sorry for the late posting...

The BIG 65!

Happy Birthday to Johnny Joe Mugg on this 

January 10, 2010. 

Welcome to Medicare!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010

HAPPY 2010 !!

PACEMAKER

I just spoke to Ed "Butch" Ludwig. He had a pacemaker successfully inserted and is now "No less that 60 bpm"...He is at home and recovering just fine!

SAY A PRAYER

Email from Ed "Butch" Ludwig:

I just found out that I need a pacemaker for my heart.  Most people didn't think I had one but this proves it.  I experienced some dizzy spells when I woke up and they ran tests and found I have a very slow heart beat.  They decided that a pacemaker will fix the problem so the 29th of December I am scheduled for surgery.  Please keep me on your prayer list. Thanks!

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

GOD IS GOOD...ALL THE TIME!

As we prepare to celebrate this wonderful holiday, we all need to keep in mind that it is based on how blessed we are to live in the country of our fathers and we live in the country that so many gave their lives for those freedoms.

Thank our heavenly Father for all He has blessed us with. Our salvation, our family, our many, many blessings. His Son saved us from an eternal life of suffering. Now, what a great relief to know that we will spend all eternity with Him. How His children should lift the roofs with praises for how "good our God" is. Full of mercies and grace. Thank you for being in my life and the joy of knowing that so many of you are my brothers and sisters in Christ. May you be with loved ones and have a blessed day.  God is good all the time. Let's remember those who are currently serving our country in hostile lands.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Recon Marine in Afghanistan

From the Sand Pit.  It's freezing here.  I'm sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains, along the Dar 'yoi Pomir River, watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave.  Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.

I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting.  I've actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but them scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod.  Hurts like a bastard.  The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.

The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water.  That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy.  I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances & storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, and shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware.  We bash some heads for a while, and then I track and record the new movement.

It's all about intelligence.  We haven't even brought in the snipers yet.  These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for.  We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin.

I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my boot on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my K-Bar through his frontal lobe.  But you know me, I'm a romantic.  I've said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man.  It's not even a country.  There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government.  This is an inhospitable rock pit shit hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes.  There are no jobs here like we know jobs.

Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his family: join the opium trade or join the army.  That's it.  Those are your options.  Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste, and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea of a party.  But the smell alone of those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.

I've been living with these Tajiks, Uzbeks, Turkmen, and even a couple of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure:  These guys, all of 'em, are Huns...  Actual, living Huns...  They LIVE to fight.  It's what they do.  It's ALL they do!  They have no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other, nor for themselves.  They claw at one another as a way of life.  They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor.  Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism.  Cavemen with AK-47's.  Then again, maybe I'm just cranky.

I'm freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours.  Oh yeah!  You like to write letters, right?  Do me a favor, Bizarre.  Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban 'smart...'  They are not smart!  I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is 'cunning.'  The Taliban are cunning, like jackals, hyenas, and wolverines.  They are sneaky and ruthless, but when confronted.... cowardly.  They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else.  Smart...  Pfft.  Yeah, they're real smart.

They've spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil.  They're still trying to figure out how to work a Bic lighter.  Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.

OK, enough.  Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole.  Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at it.

Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives.  The story line you are getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials.  We've got this one under control.  The worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here, because you have no idea what we're doing, and really, you don't want to know.  We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us here to do.

You wanna help?  Buy Bonds America .

Saucy Jack

Recon Marine in Afghanistan

Semper Fi

"Freedom is not free...but the U.S.  Marine Corps will pay most of your share!