Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Welcome Home [11]

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This an ongoing story that I’m posting over the next few hours. I’m not sure how I’m going to end this, any suggestions? I’m writing this on the fly, so this story is rough, really rough, but I thrive on this impromptu stuff so … there you go. 🙂 Just two more installments to go! Thanks for reading!

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Welcome Home

All three women stood, bumped into each other and mumbled apologizes all at the same time. Now that the time had come to greet the men, they weren’t sure what to do with themselves.

“Does anyone else get the feeling we’re in a Three Stooges movie?” Margie asked and all of them stopped what they were doing and laughed. “What did Carter say, Alecia?”

“Only that they had just landed and were waiting for their gate to open so they could taxi in.”

“Ah, so it could be another half hour before we see them,” Jessie said. “I’m going to, uh, head to the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

Alecia and Margie chuckled as she virtually sprinted down the hallway. “Do you think they’ll make it?” Alecia asked gesturing after Jessie.

“Boy, I don’t know. If that is what Pierce wants, that’s what I want, too.”

Alecia pulled out a baby brush and gently ran it through Lisa’s thick hair. The baby was now well rested and her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, aren’t you a pretty girl,” she crooned to her daughter. Lisa blew a spit bubble and gurgled quietly. “I should probably go change her. I don’t want my pretty little girl to smell bad when daddy meets her!” She ran her fingers up the child’s belly, prompting a squeal of delight.

“Would you like me to change her so that you can freshen up?” Margie asked.

“Oh, would you mind?”

“Are you kidding me? Any excuse to hold my granddaughter and I’m all over it.”

Alecia laughed. She handed Lisa to her grandmother and dumping the diaper bag into the seat of the stroller, they headed toward the restroom.

The airport was buzzing with activity. Long lines of people were wrapped around the ticket counters, nearly every seat in the lobby was occupied and there was a large crowd gathered near the security checkpoint.

“Wow. I wonder if all of those people are waiting for our plane?” Alecia asked as they entered the ladies’ room.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. I think Carter said something about his whole platoon being sent home the last time he emailed me,” Margie answered.

Alecia maneuvered the stroller around the other women in the restroom while Margie carried Lisa over to the changing platform. She had Lisa’s little skirt panties unsnapped and her diaper tabs loose by the time Alecia reached her.

“Wow, you’re fast.”

“Plenty of practice, my dear.”

Alecia handed her a fresh diaper, some ointment and powder before reaching in for her own makeup bag and brush. She joined Jessie at the mirror.

“God Alecia, I’m so nervous I could throw up,” she said while carefully applying a fresh coat of lipstick.

Alecia reached up and ran the brush through her long black hair. “What are you going to do?”

Jessie didn’t pretend not to understand what she was talking about. She checked on Margie in the mirror and lowered her voice. “Nothing.”

“But I thought you said …”

“I did, and I still feel that way. But something that Margie said … well, it gives me hope.”

“What did she say?”

“That Pierce still has feelings for me, that even though she didn’t like me personally, her son still loved me and she wanted him to be happy.”

“I’ve been telling you that for months.” Alecia snorted. She reached in to remove her powder. Dabbing a bit on her nose and cheeks, she carefully rubbed it in.

“Yeah, but it somehow feels … more honest coming from her.”

“If you two get back together again, you have to make me a promise.”

Jessie shot her a dubious look before nodding once. “I can try.”

“Get along with her, Jessie. She’s really not as bad as you think she is. I don’t know what I would have done without her.”

“Alright, ladies. She’s changed, powdered and smells good enough to eat,” Margie said as she playfully nommed on the baby’s hand to prove her point. Lisa squealed and giggled in response.

Alecia finished her grooming and threw her items back into the bag. She took Lisa out of Margie’s hands so she could have a turn.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Alecia sighed. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing Carter again for so long … this still feels like a dream.” She lifted Lisa up so they were face-to-face. “You be a good girl for mommy, okay? No spitting or screaming. We want daddy to like you.”

Margie chuckled as she replaced her own lipstick. “Don’t worry, Alecia. That little girl could throw a full-fledged temper tantrum and Carter wouldn’t care. He’s always been so good with children.”

“Well,” Jessie said with a sigh while she ran her hands nervously down her blouse to smooth out any wrinkles. “Shall we join that crowd of people out there?”

The women exited the restroom and slowly weaved their way toward the security checkpoint.

They heard snippets of excited conversation as they positioned themselves.

“Can you believe this?”

“Are you sure I look all right?”

“Oh sweet Jesus, I’m so excited I’m going to pee myself!”

The women all looked at each other after hearing this last bit and burst out laughing.

“I feel the same way!” Alecia answered back with a wide grin.

A gentleman, closer to the front of the crowd, pointed in excitement. “They’re coming!”

All three women stood up on tip-toe in an effort to get a better look. It was hard not to get caught up in the mood and their cheeks flushed with excitement. Suddenly, a sea of moving bodies, most of them wearing camouflage, could be seen in the distance.

Alecia, the tallest of the three women, gasped. “Oh God, I think I see them!”

Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Heros

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Many thanks to Right-Wing Right-Minded for posting about our heros.

Cpl. Jordan M. Moehnle
21 years old from Los Angeles, California
Company L, 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, Regimental Combat Team 6 (“Darkhorse” Battalion)

Cpl. Jordan M. Moehnle takes time out of leading his squad in a patrol through Fallujah’s Nazaal district to spend some time interacting with local children. Moehnle, who is on his second tour in Iraq, said the changes he has witnessed since he was last here in 2006 have been dramatic. “The city was like the Wild West, we’d put our heads and and drive down (the middle of Fallujah) and hope not to get shot,” he said. “Since we’ve been here (this year), we can stop and shoot the breeze.”

Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Operation Love Reunited

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Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Dog Tags for Kids

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The Dog Tags for Kids Project is dedicated to helping United States Service men and women in most harms way connect with their children at home. Specially engraved Dog Tags in the appropriate service color are provided FREE to the service members for their children. Dog tags are engraved “With Love From Dad, U.S. Army, Iraq 2008.”

The dog tags must come from the parents so all dog tags are sent to Iraq, Kuwait, or Afghanistan at the request of the service members to send to their children; from their hearts to their children’s hearts. We are a grass roots project depending entirely on volunteers and donations to continue this mission. All donations go through the Kids Charities of the Antelope Valley, a 501(c)3 charity. Our goal is to see the every parent soldier in most harms way who wants a dog tag for his/her children receives one at no charge to the service member or their families.

You can also request these tags with the name and picture of his/her military parent.

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Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Welcome Home [10]

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This an ongoing story that I’m posting over the next few hours. I’m not sure how I’m going to end this, any suggestions? I’m writing this on the fly, so this story is rough, really rough, but I thrive on this impromptu stuff so … there you go. 🙂 Just two more installments to go! Thanks for reading!

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Welcome Home

All three women fell silent. The sounds of the airport surrounded them and wrapped them in a tight glove of introspection.

Finally, Margie glanced at the man standing next to Jessie. “He’s not staying.”

This wasn’t a question.

“Now Margie,” Jessie began.

“I will NOT allow you to ruin this homecoming, Jessie. You’re more than welcome to stay, but he HAS to go.”

“Yeah, who’s gonna stop me grandma? You?” The man snickered in Margie’s face.

Jessie placed a gentle hand on Margie’s arm. “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.”

Alecia watched the three of them in disbelief. Was this happening? Had she fallen asleep? It was like watching a bad play with no direction. What now?

Margie sniffed, turned on her heel and walked over to sit next to Alecia. Though her mother-in-law was tough and could stand her own ground, it was all Alecia could do to hold back her tears when she noticed Margie’s hands shaking. Without saying a word, she placed a hand over Margie’s and offered a tender smile of encouragement.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if that girl spoils this for Pierce,” Margie said with a teary voice. “He’s worked so hard. He’s been through so much …”

“Jessie’s not all bad, Margie,” Alecia said quietly, her eyes remaining on the couple now openly fighting in the middle of the airport. “She’s just been so hurt. And there hasn’t been anyone around to help her get through it. She misses Pierce, more than she allows herself to admit.”

Margie nodded and took an unsteady breath. “I see Lisa finally conked out.”

Alecia smiled down at the sleeping infant. She slowly lifted a hand and very carefully swept a tendril of hair off to one side of her forehead. “I honestly don’t know what I would have done without her, Margie. It was so, so …” her voice broke and she forced herself to take a moment or two to gain her composure. “It was so hard when Carter left. I have never prayed so hard … in my entire … life. I’ve never been more terrified, yet more proud, of another human being as much as I am for Carter. He’s my everything.”

Her mother-in-law nodded sympathetically and placed an arm around her for a quick hug.

“Lisa was a God-send,” she said. “I probably would have ended up like Jessie – bitter, scared and alone. At least this little girl has kept me busy for the past few months. Jessie didn’t even have that.”

Margie glanced at her other daughter-in-law and sighed. “I should have been there for her.”

Alecia stared down at her daughter. “I’ve never thanked you for being there for me.”

Margie watched Jessie and the man leave the airport before turning to Alecia. “Have you heard from your mother?”

“No. And I don’t expect to.”

Margie sighed. “Don’t take it personally, Alecia. She’s sick. It’s not your fault.”

She shrugged. “I’ve stopped caring, quite frankly. I’ve accepted her illness for years now, even if she hasn’t.”

“Has she been to any more AA meetings?”

“The last time I talked to her, which was just after Lisa was born, she swore to me that she had been going every week. But who knows. I haven’t been able to trust anything my mom has said for years.”

“I don’t suppose your father …”

“Still MIA.” She gently shifted her baby daughter from one arm to the next.

“Do you think she would sleep if you put her in her stroller?”

“Maybe,” but Alecia didn’t make a move to put her there. Her thoughts were still focused on her parents. “Margie, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, dear.”

“I wish … I wish I had had a mom like you. Carter is always telling me what a great childhood he had, what a happy kid he was –”

“Really?” she interrupted. “He said that?”

Alecia nodded. “Yes. He’s always telling me stories about when you guys traveled to Florida every summer, or the fishing trips him, his dad and Pierce went on …”

Margie smiled. “That is really good to hear, Alecia. I never knew the boys looked back on their childhood like that before. It’s … satisfying to hear we did a good job.”

Alecia returned her smile and then laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“You. Us. If my girlfriends could see how well we get along, they’d be horrified. You know, being the monster-in-law and everything.”

Margie laughed. “Well, that’s good to hear, too. I think.”

They were both still laughing when Jessie reappeared.

“Well, he’s gone,” she said as she sat down next to the other women.

“For good? Or just for now?” Margie asked.

Jessie sighed and tucked her blonde hair behind an ear. “For good.”

“Oh? What happened?” Alecia asked.

Jessie leaned back against her seat, defeated. “I can’t do this anymore,” she sobbed quietly.

“Do what, Jessie?” Margie asked quietly.

“I can’t stay angry anymore. I’m so TIRED of being angry. I just want my life back. I want my baby back. I want …” she hiccupped and sniffed, “I want Pierce back.”

Margie reached into her bag and retrieved two tissues, one for Jessie, and one for herself. “You never really lost him, honey.”

Alecia jumped as her cell phone went off. She hurriedly reached into her pocket and pulled it out. Her movements caused Lisa to stir in her arms.

“Oh my God,” she said quietly, both Jessie and Margie looked at her. “It’s Carter.” She flipped the phone open with one hand. “Hello?” She listened for a few seconds and looking at the women, smiled. “They’re here.”

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