Monday, May 31, 2010

Tail end


I wrote a while ago about how I was able to jack up one of the aircraft so my buddies could work on the rear landing gear. I then watched as they worked together as a team on this part of the aircraft.




These guys are really good at what they do, and they have fun doing it!

I'm glad to be with them.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Easter Candle


Now that the Feast of Pentecost has come and gone, the Easter Season is officially over. That means we won't be using the Easter Candle again, which is probably just as well, since there's almost nothing of it left.

Due to the vagaries of the Army Supply System, the new Easter Candle we'd ordered in January (for the first weekend of April), never materialized. We were forced to use the stub of a previously-owned-and-operated Easter Candle, instead.

Now, I'm generally all in favor of recycling. I'm especially aware of the benefits of recycling since being here in Kosovo, what with all the trash that's dumped alongside roads and rivers here. But when it comes to liturgical recycling, I have to draw the line.

Here on Post, where we have three Catholic communities meeting for liturgy (U.S., Polish, Ukrainian) many times each week, the Easter Candle has burned long and brightly. For that reason alone, it would have been nice to have gotten the new candle we'd ordered.

As it is, the stub of a candle we started out with at the Easter Vigil is now rather pathetic. It's even shorter than the liquid-paraffin-filled candles we have on the altar. Good thing we're not a Stateside parish where we'd use the candle at funerals and baptisms over the course of the rest of the Church Year!

This one would never make it through the rest of the year.



Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Waffle House


My new Battalion hosts a Sunday morning Waffle House in one of the aircraft hangars each weekend.


I'd heard about it ever since arriving here in Kosovo, but seeing as I also heard that it's such a treat it's always crowded, and the wait can be a long time, I'd not ever participated until after my Mustangs left. With them gone, the lines for breakfast are nothing like they used to be.


So I decided I'd show up early on the morning of my first Sunday in the Aviation Battalion, just to be sure to get a waffle (or two) in time to be able to celebrate Mass on time.



The First Sergeant for the Lift Company (they're the ones who fly all of the non-MEDEVAC flights) makes all the waffles. Aviation crewmembers set up the tables and chairs, serve the waffles, and then do the cleanup afterward.


Patrons donate whatever they feel is appropriate for these delicious waffles, and whatever's left over from covering their expenses goes to buying school supplies for the local students to whom members of the Battalion teach English.

With six different flavors of waffle batter, plus eight different toppings (not to mention the different syrups, jams, jellies, and honey), Sunday morning Waffle House is a great way to begin the day.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Friday, May 28, 2010

Operation Rising Star


Each year for the past several years the Army has conducted what it used to call "Army Idol" but which it now calls "Operation Rising Star." (I guess the nice people from "American Idol" sued them or otherwise convinced them they couldn't use the former name anymore.

In any event, Active Duty posts around the world hold this singing competition each year. Winners from each place travel to Washington, DC, to the finals. Evidently the overall winner is guaranteed a look by some major recording studio or other.

The woman who runs the MWR program here (Morale, Welfare, Recreation) convinced me, after hearing me sing karaoke for the past few weekends, that I should sign up for the competition.

So I did.

Now, one needs to put this into its proper context: One of my friends who sings karaoke is a voice student from Juilliard School of Music in New York. A couple of the others have been performing publically (but not professionally) for years, singing the kind of music that goes over well at this kind of thing.

One of the questions on the application form was the following: "Which American Idol is your favorite, and why?"

I've never watched "American Idol," so I'm sure I got that question wrong.

We're supposed to sing in the following genres: Rock, Rhythm & Blues, Broadway, Oldies, Country, and whatever we'd like (assuming one lasts that long). This is not very good news to one such as myself.

I sing opera arias in foreign languages.

Therefore, we'll see how long it is before I'm "voted off the island."

Or is that a mixing of metaphors? (I haven't seen that one, either.)

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Night flight


Not long ago I got to go on a night mission with some of the guys in my new Battalion. I'd been on lots of night flights while in Iraq, and while they were generally cooler than daytime missions (only in the mid-100s some nights, rather than in the mid-120s), there wasn't as much visual interest as would be the case during the daytime.

At least when we were flying around Baghdad at night, there would be some lights from cars and houses and street lamps, but when we were out in the boondocks, there was nothing at all to see.

The night mission here was much different, because I was able to borrow a crew chief's helmet and use night-vision goggles. Wow! What a difference!



We did a lot of flying over heavily wooded areas, where there is not much in the way of artificial lighting. Without the goggles (I turned them off at one point), I could see almost nothing. (There was an almost-full moon that night, so there was some ambient light.) But with the goggles engaged, the landscape was eerie shades of green.

Some of the guys had explained that newbies to the night-vision experience would often get really bad headaches or become nauseous, but I had neither.

I just had a great time for the rather long time we were out there flying around!

Blessings and peace to one and all,
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Distinguished Visitors


Not too long ago we had a whole passel of visitors to our home away from home here in Kosovo. Because of being the only member of Task Force Mustang still here (and still not on all the relevant email distribution lists for my new Battalion, Task Force Aviation), I didn't find out about the mandatory-attendance meeting we needed to show up for, until just before it happened.

Consequently, I was just wearing what I'd been wearing all day thus far that Sunday -- my PT uniform. (I wasn't the only one who showed up in PT gear, but we were definitely in the minority.)

The Distinguished Visitor who came calling introduced the eleventy-seven members of his entourage, and then spent some time talking about how the Guard is all about "stability" and "predictability" as far as future deployments are concerned. He then asked if any Soldiers had some "hard questions" for him.

When my Mustangs left a few weeks ago, many went home to the States with no job to return to. This proved to be immensely stressful for some Service Members and their families. The fact that we were not officially told the unit would be leaving early until only six weeks before the departure date -- while rumors about early release had been swirling for months -- didn't help the situation much.

The first questioner asked a pretty tough question, I thought. While the Distinguished Visitor answered him, I made up my mind to challenge the notions of "stability" and "predictability" in terms of what had just transpired for my Mustangs. I figured this might not be a very politic thing to do, but the man had brought up "stability" and "predictability" himself -- and he had asked whether we might have 'tough questions' for him.

Furthermore, I said to myself, "Self, what's the worst they can do to me? Send me to Iraq? Oh wait, they've already done that!"

So I asked my question.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

International Military Pilgrimage


Many of my parishioners went to Lourdes, France for the 52nd annual International Military Pilgrimage recently. It might have been nice to go, but seeing as both the Polish and Ukrainian Catholic priests would be there, I decided to spend the weekend here rather than there.

I'd been there thirty years ago, and am grateful that so many of my friends were able to experience Lourdes for themselves.

Blessings and peace to one and all,



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Monday, May 24, 2010

More flora


The wildflowers at the camp I visited recently looked beautiful.









There were even some terrestrial orchids in bloom. I've always loved orchids, though I've grown many more epiphytes than terrestrials.


As I mentioned, ain't nature grand?

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Habemus Episcopum!


It was announced yesterday that the Archdiocese for the Military Services will be getting a new Auxiliary Bishop. When I was attempting to get a Commission as a Chaplain in the Army, I met Bishop John Kaising, a former Army Chaplain himself, who eventually signed off on my becoming a Chaplain.

He suffered a heart attack a few months later, and died.

(I'm hoping there was no causal connection there.)

Anyway, the Vatican announced officially that CH (LTC) F. Richard Spencer, currently the Deputy Command Chaplain for United States Army Europe (who's visited us here in Kosovo several times already), will be ordained Auxiliary Bishop for the Archdiocese for the Military Services.


Blessings and peace to one and all,


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More fauna


I recently traveled up to the place that SPC C and I visited a number of times over the past seven months. I was able to fly up there, which was a lot more fun for me than driving up has been.

There were lots of flowers blooming, but what really caught my eye was a tiny blue butterfly. It was unlike any I've ever seen.


The day was pretty chilly, so I coaxed one onto my finger, in the hope that the warmth radiating from my hand might induce it to spread its wings. Alas, that was not to be!


I also saw some interesting aphids, though I wasn't able to get as good a photo of them as I'd have liked.

Ain't nature grand?

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Saturday, May 22, 2010

Punning around


A few days ago I was in one of the hangars when my buddies said they needed to do some work on one of the helicopters, so they asked me if I'd like to ride the brakes (as I wrote about previously). Once the aircraft was in the hangar, my friends needed to remove the rear wheel so it could be service.

That involved having to raise the tail up off the ground, of course. In order to do this, they brought in a small jack, which was placed under the tail section. As one of the Soldiers began using the lever to pump up the jack, I asked whether I might be able to help.

So I jacked up the tail section until the rear wheel could be removed. Amazing that a device so small could perform such a feat!

Now, in Army parlance, "jacked up" usually means "broken" or "a complete mess." I made that connection rather quickly, and mentioned it to my friends, who laughed.

Not long thereafter, I saw my new Battalion Commander coming out of his office, so I called out to him, and told him I wanted to speak with him for a moment.

I trotted over to where he was, and I told him I had just spent the day in the hangar with his Soldiers. He asked me, "Have those Aviators corrupted you yet, Chaplain?"

I laughed and said he needn't worry about that.

I then looked down at the ground, and in a very different voice, said, "Sir, I need to tell you something, and I want you to hear it from me in person, before you hear it from someone else."

I looked up, and said, "Sir, I jacked up one of your aircraft," while I feigned a pained expression on my face.

The looks on his face were priceless. I wish I'd had a super-slo-mo camera recording the interaction!

He seemed obviously trying to maintain a sense of composure. (Remember that I'd only been the Task Force Aviation Chaplain for a couple of days at this point.)

He asked, rather too calmly, "What exactly did you do, Chaplain?"

I grinned a very large grin, and said, again, "Sir, I jacked up one of your aircraft!"

The looks on his face were again priceless, as he was clearly trying to make sense of the change in my voice, the big grin, and the enthusiasm behind my latest statement.

Once it dawned on him what he thought -- and I suspect, hoped -- I was actually saying, he made a pumping motion with his hand as he said, "Oh, you *jacked up* one of my helicopters!"

He was not as impressed by this fact as I was, evidently....

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Friday, May 21, 2010

In the catbird seat


My new friends in Aviation have been letting me hang out with them as they've worked on aircraft, so I've been learning a lot about helicopters. After having flown so often while I was in Iraq last year, I developed a real appreciation for the aircraft which moved me so safely and often around the battlespace.


Just the other day I found myself in the cockpit of one as my new friends towed a helicopter from a landing pad into a hangar so it could be serviced. They asked me whether I'd like to work the brakes, so I jumped at the chance.  This gave me an opportunity to sit in the cockpit -- another first for me, and something I'd never imagined myself doing.


While I was inside the aircraft, other Soldiers walked alongside it, making sure nothing untoward happened to it while it was being moved.



Now, any real aviator would find simply working the brakes on a helicopter being towed to be merely trivial, but as it was something heretofore unexpected and unimagineable to me, I found it fun and interesting.

What a blast!

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Sitting on top of the world


Now that I've adopted and been adopted by the Aviation Battalion here, I've begun spending a lot of time in the rather large aircraft hangars here on Post. Then-SFC McG and I did a lot of travel around the Multinational Division - Baghdad (MND-B) battlespace when we were in Iraq together before I came to Kosovo, and while I got to know a few of the aviators (because they came to Masses I celebrated), I didn't really come to know much about Army Aviation.


I've been warmly welcomed by the pilots, crew chiefs, and maintenance personnel in the various Companies which make up my new Battalion. It's been a delight thus far to get to know them, and they've kept me busy!



Recently, one on my new friends, a crew chief (in Iraq, they were the gunners), invited me to climb on top of a helicopter as he was doing his daily inspection of the aircraft. This was something I certainly never expected myself to be doing, and given my acrophobia, was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.



I developed a great appreciation for the power and reliability of those aircraft when I was in Iraq because I flew so many religious support missions on them. The chance to look under the skin of one of them, to see how things work, was intriguing, and I jumped at it, despite my fear of heights.



I felt pretty awkward up there, on top of that bird, and quite afraid I'd do something to damage the equipment. It felt weird climbing over one of the huge rotor blades, not least because of my poor old arthritic hips, and having been told to be careful not to break one instrument up there in particular.

That hurdle surmounted (quite literally), I was able to peer inside the inner workings of the various engines and pipes and circuitry which enable the helicopter to take off, fly, and land safely.

That morning again, as has so often been the case over the past three and a half years, I found myself wondering, "How can it be that I find myself here in this place at this time?"

God has a weird sense of humor.

Blessings and peace to one and all,



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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Sentinel


Now that SPC C is home with his family and friends, I'm left here without a Chaplain Assistant assigned to me. However, this does not mean that I'm completely without recourse.


SSG L, who is the Chaplain Assistant assigned to the Deputy Brigade Chaplain here, has been helping out with my weekend Masses here on Post, and he usually accompanies me when I need to go off-Post. (On those occasions when he's not free, someone else is 'deputized' to be my personal security detail, so I'm never without necessary protection.)

SSG L has recently been accepted to law school in South Dakota, and will begin his legal studies this Fall Semester after his return from Kosovo.

While I miss MSG McG, and SPC C, it's great to know I have SSG L as the Sentinel watching over me.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The inmates are running the asylum


Readers of my blog may remember my having mentioned our excellent Albanian- and Serbian-language translators, Mr A and Mr Z. They've been an integral part of U.S. Army Chaplain Team efforts over the past five KFOR rotations.

I found out yesterday that both of them are being furloughed at the end of the month, because they didn't score well enough on some English proficiency exam or other. As is common knowledge, both here and back home in the States, the multinational forces here are downsizing, and as a consequence the number of support personnel here on Post (and elsewhere) is, quite naturally, shrinking.

The only criterion for a translator being kept on, from what I gather, is performance on the exam I mentioned above.

As some of you know, I can be pretty picky about English grammar and syntax. My biology students have often grumbled about losing points for misspellings and poorly-written sentences. "I didn't know this was an English class," many would kvetch.

That being stated, I have had no problems understanding the English spoken by either Mr A or Mr Z. I trust them to translate accurately what I've said; with them, this has never been a concern of mine. Their English is fine!

Exam performance alone might suffice as a criterion for retaining translators working for other Staff sections here, but for what we Chaplains do, it is definitely not enough!

The Army "Unit Ministry Team" usually consists of a Chaplain and Chaplain Assistant. In practice, for what we're doing here in Kosovo, the Unit Ministry Team also has another member: our translator. This is especially crucial because Chaplains/Chaplain Assistants switch out every time a new KFOR rotation arrives.

Our translators provide much-needed continuity, over the span of years, in terms of what we have been tasked to do in Kosovo: to build up relationships of mutual trust and understanding with religious leaders across our Area of Operations (AO).


Mr A and Mr Z

Mr A and Mr Z are the "institutional memory" for what Chaplains have been doing over the past five KFOR iterations. Politicians come and go, and therefore interpreter continuity is not as important a consideration as it is for Chaplain teams. The religious leaders for whom Mr A and Mr Z interpreted during KFOR-8 (and KFOR-9 and KFOR-10 and KFOR-11) are the same religious leaders they're interpreting for during KFOR-12.

In all likelihood, those same religious leaders will be dealing with Chaplains from KFOR-13 (and beyond, presumably).

Those religious leaders know and trust Mr A and Mr Z. In turn, because of their long association with those Bishops, Muftis, Priests, and Imams, Mr A and Mr Z are able to contextualize for incoming KFOR rotations what's happening in the present, in terms of what's gone on historically -- over the span of many years, and not just during the previous KFOR iteration.

That sets up incoming Chaplain Teams for success, and for furthering the accomplishment of the mission we've been given as Chaplains who meet with those important religious leaders.

This is of critical importance to our mission as Army Chaplains.

But the unelected, unappointed, lowest-bidder civilians for whom the interpreters actually work don't care about that.

"Go ahead and file an I.G. complaint," a civilian is reputed to have said, relative to this situation. "We have a contract, and by the terms of the contract, all that matters is the score on the test."

I understand and fully support civilian oversight of the military in the United States. It's one of the things that makes us a great nation. However, that civilian oversight is performed by civilians who have been *elected* according to Constitutional norms, or who are *appointed* by those elected officials, and then approved by duly-elected representative bodies.

In this situation, it sure seems as though unelected, unappointed, lowest-bidder civilians are dictating how the military conducts its business.

I do not understand this, especially since it has the potential to damage significantly what Chaplains have worked for -- under military orders -- for so long to accomplish here.

A few months ago, for example, I was able to meet with a religious leader who'd not agreed to meet with KFOR personnel since KFOR-9. My interpreter was able to fill me in on what had transpired during the past two rotations, and how we might overcome the pitfalls encountered by our predecessors.

His insight and wisdom were spot-on, and we managed to snag an hour-long meeting with the individual in question. What a difficult hour that was, as it turned out! But I was at least somewhat prepared for what eventuated (though I psychically felt as though I'd not be able to sit down for a week afterward), and therefore didn't feel 'ambushed' by what transpired.

I communicated the person's concerns to the appropriate personnel back here on Post, and I count the interaction a success, albeit an uncomfortable one.

Had it not been for our interpreter's "institutional memory," I wouldn't have gotten to meet with the religious leader in the first place, because I wouldn't have known how to make that happen, and even if I'd been able to finagle a meeting somehow, I am quite sure I'd not have been prepared for what actually occurred.

Sure, Liaison Monitoring Teams (LMTs) file lots of reports, which eventually get copied into some archive or other. Perhaps someone could wade through the many gigabytes'-worth of those files for the past five years and get a sense of what's gone on. But I defy anyone to do that, and come up with the "institutional memory" possessed by our translators!

When either Mr A or Mr Z calls up a Bishop (Orthodox or Roman Catholic) or a Mufti or a Priest (Orthodox or Roman Catholic) or an Imam, the person on the other end of the line knows who's calling, because they've been dealing with Mr A or Mr Z for so long now. In a culture in which relationship is so important, this consideration cannot be dismissed lightly.

After so many years of building up these relationships, for no reason other than "the terms of the contract," the Chaplain teams from KFOR-12 and beyond are now going to have to reivent the wheel.

Mission effectiveness be damned, evidently.

Thanks, Mr. Unelected, Unappointed, Lowest-Bidder Civilian. I didn't realize you were signing my Operation Orders (OPORDs) and Fragmentary Orders (FRAGOs) now and determining how the Army is to accomplish its mission.

This situation gives new depths of meaning to the phrase "civilian oversight of the military."

The inmates are truly running the asylum.

(This is, as ever, just my own personal opinion of what these civilians are doing....)

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Monday, May 17, 2010

A chill wind


For the last ten days my unit was here in Kosovo, for the most part, we had great weather. The days were warm and sunny, and the nights cool and calm. It reminded me of the best of California weather, actually.

Once my people left, it began to get pretty hot here (relatively speaking, of course, since I've been to Iraq...), which was all the more noticeable after I discovered the vehicle I've been using doesn't have a functional air conditioner. (Again, I've been in Iraq in a vehicle with no air conditioning when it was well over 100 degrees well after nightfall, so this is relative annoyance here!)

That being said, last night it was barely over 40 degrees Fahrenheit (according to the thermometer), and pouring down rain as I left karaoke night and hoofed it back to my hooch.

Three days ago it was 80 degrees; last night with the wind chill, it was in the 30s.

What's up with *that*?

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Adoption


Since I have a lot more time to myself now that my whole Battalion is back in the States, and I'm the only one from TF Mustang left here in Kosovo, I sent a note to the Battalion Commander of the Aviation unit here asking if I could "adopt" them.

They don't have a Chaplain organic to their unit (that's "Army-speak" for "they don't have a Chaplain specifically assigned to them), so I figured that even though another Chaplain has been 'covering down' for them, perhaps they might be able to benefit from an extra pair of hands.

LTC B and I met the next day and spoke for about 30 minutes.

I now have a new, if temporary, Battalion home -- and I get to keep wearing the Mustang on my shoulder, to boot.

(Maybe I'll even be able to finagle an extra ride or two on one of their aircraft!)

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Happy Birthday, Sis!


One of my younger sisters has a birthday this week, so I wanted to be sure to let everyone know that, so you can hassle her about being almost as old as I am.

She and her husband have rebounded amazingly well since their home burned to the ground a couple of months ago (with my piano in it, but hey! what's a vow of poverty for, anyway?). Thank God no one was injured in the fire, or as it was extinguished.

Happy Birthday, Little Sister! I'm glad you were born.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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Friday, May 14, 2010

They're (mostly) home!


All of my Soldiers, with the exception of those who are on med hold, or who are going to schools while still on Active Duty orders, should be home with their families and friends by this evening.

Hooray for them!!!

Blessings and peace to one and all,


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Street signs


The first time SPC C and I left the town where the Church of St. Joseph is located, I noticed the road sign bidding farewell to visitors. I kept meaning to take a picture of it, but since it was on the other side of road from where my seat in the vehicle was.



I finally managed to get a couple of photos though. Don't you just love the cow wandering down the road? I don't see that very often in Palo Alto...


I'm looking forward to saying "Good Bay" to this place one day, myself.

For the time being however, I'm practicing being satisfied with being where I am at the moment.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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Thursday, May 13, 2010

The stork's nest


There's a big stork's nest on top of a home in one of the towns not far from Post. I was hoping to be able to get a shot of the storks in that nest, but I suspect now that I'm not getting off-Post as much as I used to.


One afternoon as one of the Companies was having a cookout, I noticed a stork flying far above us.  Much to my surprise, I later discovered I'd gotten a good shot of the bird in flight.


After having heard about storks for years, it was great finally to see one.  They really are magnificent creatures.

Once again, I was surprised by unexpected and undeserved beauty.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Facebook


I've taken literally thousands of photos since I began this deployment last July (on top of the thousands I took while deployed to Iraq). Digital cameras are a wonderful invention.

(Though to be perfectly honest, given my advanced age and all, I do prefer the Daguerréotype process of my youth.)

Now that my unit has gone home, I've spent quite a bit of time uploading photographs to Facebook -- something I'd never have imagined myself doing.

However, since so many of my guys and gals have Facebook accounts, it seems to be a fairly simple way in which to share those photos with them.

After all, if I wasn't snapping pictures of flowers or landscapes or rainbows, I was photographing my Soldiers.

I think, as I look back over them, I do a pretty good job making portraits of my photographic subjects. who knew?

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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Disappointment with self


There were many occasions over the past couple of weeks when Soldiers from my unit received recognition in one form or another. The Commanding General came to our TOC (tactical operations center) to award Meritorious Service Medals to most of the Battalion Staff (Officers and NCOs). The Battalion Commander presented a few of those himself to others in the Battalion, as well as Army Commendation Medals or Army Achievement Medals.



The Deputy Commander - Movement came to visit, along with the Command Sergeant Major, and presented the General's Coin to many of our Soldiers.

Everyone in Headquarters and Headquarters Company (HHC) who did not receive a special medal was handed a Certificate of Appreciation by the Company Commander.

The Battalion Commander presented his Battalion Deployment Coin to selected individuals.

In short, everyone on the Battalion Staff (Officers and NCOs) was recognized publicly by the awarding of some special medal or other, and everyone in HHC received at least a Certificate.

Except me.

Brigade disapproved whatever award I'd been put in for (presumably because I'll receive something later), so as a consequence, I received no public recognition by the Battalion at all.

Nada.

Now I know this stuff is not about the shiny things. I get that, and I'm certainly not in it for ribbons and medals and such. Quite frankly, I feel disappointed in myself that I had the reaction that I did to this turn of events.

I guess it's all part of the grief I feel at my best friends from this deployment -- my whole unit -- leaving, while I'm staying behind.

Blessings and peace to one and all,

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Sadness


My unit arrived back in the States without me yesterday.

Perhaps because I've been mobilized/deployed continuously since June 2008, and I'm really getting tired of walking on gravel all the time in places that have precious little vegetation worth remembering, I'm feeling very sad right now.

Don't get me wrong: I'm really happy for all of them, and grateful they're almost home with their families and friends.

I still feel sad though.

I'll get over it.

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Sleepless not in Seattle


I spent the night at the airport recently (about 14 hours' worth of the night) with all the guys and gals from my unit. They were hoping to get on a plane to get home to the United States, but because of the volcano in Iceland, everyone wound up coming back here to Post.


Battalion Staff keeping watch at 0200.

At one point in the middle of the night (0300) we were told they'd be boarding in about ten minutes.  There was a crush of Soldiers by the exit door, as people expected momentarily to begin their long-awaited journey home.  Perhaps twenty minutes later we were told to stand down, that because of the volcanic ash a new flight plan needed to be filed.  They'd be able to board in about 30 minutes.

Eager but exhausted Soldiers waiting to board the plane at 0300.

Several hours later, we were all still crammed into the waiting area.

This was especially frustrating given that they'd already been delayed a couple of days for one reason and another. Without anything constructive to do on Post, those days seemed to drag on and on for many of them.

Knowing that all their luggage was on the plane already made it even more frustrating for those who were already impatient to get home to loved ones and friends.


I didn't get much sleep, but had occasion to have some really good chats with Soldiers.  There were even some wildflowers growing beyond the fenced-in area just outside the exit door.  Fortunately they let us out there  (finally) while we were waiting, so at least we could get some fresh air.


As I've written before, I love finding unexpected and undeserved beauty in the most unlikely of places.


When it was finally decided that everyone would have to return to Post, we stood around outside in a sort-of formation as we waited (seemingly forever) for the buses and their MP (military police) escorts.  Someone had brought along a football, which provided a welcome diversion during the wait.  It's not as though it was a Mickey Mouse operation, or anything....


Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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