Unhappy news over the last few days concerning some of our R65 family. A helpless feeling coupled with a sadness that there is nothing we can do except keep a good thought for all. As to faith, if one does not believe in something, then there is no possibility of hope.
This past two weeks, I personally lost two friends that I have worked with for many years. Both were special to me. I try to remember them during happier times.
And also this past week, our community lost a fourteen-month old little boy when his mother, after unloading the car from a family trip to a local water park, FORGOT he was in the car. This is insane. How does a parent forget their child?
And today, at 1530 hours local, my soldier son telephoned to tell me he has received orders to report on 15 August 2008 to begin a specialized train-up for a deployment to Afghanistan. He returned from his third deployment, to Iraq, in March of this year.
My youngest son is a thirty-three year old Staff Sergeant, with a wife and two preschool-aged daughters, and has been a combat arms trooper since age nineteen. Born to soldier, he is the consummate professional, hates war but believes in duty and the brotherhood of like-minded soldiers.
May God bless us all.
Monte Miller
