Sunday, December 17, 2017

Humans Being

German Country Side

I traveled to Germany and Poland last week to attend a conference and visit with some of my Soldiers.  It was my first time to either country and I realized somewhere in my travels that these were the fourth and fifth countries I have been to in the last 18 months outside of the US. 

I do not speak any other language except English - although I make it a point to learn to say "please" and "thank you" wherever I go.  Therefore, venturing out in these strange places is a challenge for me. I am afraid of the awkward position of being a tourist (or an outsider) without the ability to communicate.


However, venture out I did.  When you don't have the luxury of language you have to see people in greater detail.  What I notice is that from Amman to Doha to Poznan is that people are the same.  They laugh with friends, drink coffee in shops, and spend too much time on their smartphones.  Little children hold hands when traveling with teachers on field trips.  Lovers sink into each other in the cold.  Old men wear their struggles on their faces while young men search for their fortunes. Old women clutch together sharing wisdom while young women parade their youth and aloofness. 

I see them; old, young, fat, happy, worried, focused, extroverted - without ever knowing them or their lives or their language.  I see them without their religion, political leanings, or personal vices.  We all go about our lives in similar ways despite the many things that divide us.

And in that we all have so much in common.  

Neuschwanstein Castle

Oberammergau 

Church

Christmas Market in Poland

Poznan Town Center

Poznan Town Hall



Sunday, November 26, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving 2017


Turkey Hats are the "In" Thing

There is a lot to be thankful for this year!  Lisa has a new job, Sam is doing great in school and enjoying life, the boys are generally sweet and doing well, and I returned home from a successful deployment.

This year we celebrate that life is good in our little corner of the world.  We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with Betty and Bobby in a day of excess food, wine, and fun. 

We started the meal the day before by brining the turkey - a 15lb monster - in the fridge. I also made an apple pie - of which only Betty and I ate.

We started off the chilly holiday with an informal 5k called the Gobble Hobble - a race to raise food collections for the local animal shelters.  Our friends Rob and Lisa, from the Tuna Run, were there as well.  We all started out together but TJ eventually pulled away from the pack.  TJ was getting into a good 9:00 pace at the end when he broke out into a sprint to the finish line in FIRST place! I love that boy but he lacks a real competitive spirit and he played off the victory like it was no big deal. Lisa and Grant participated too but Grant was not into running.  They may or may not have finished last. 

We had a big breakfast of eggs and bacon, bacon being TJs favorite food lately.  

Lisa took the lead on cooking the turkey around 11:00am as we headed to Betty's house for a lunch of shrimp, cheese, sausage and crackers.  We filled up just enough to tide us over until dinner.  

We missed the Macy's Parade but did catch some of the Lions vs. Vikings game.  Then Betty handed me a DVD that had home videos from 2007, when TJ was first learning to walk until 2013, when Grant was a cute little toddler.  It was fun seeing those little memories on the screen.

The turkey was cooked sooner than we expected and we headed to the house.  There was so much food; Brussel sprouts, green beans, stuffing, rolls, and enough turkey to last us for a week.  

The holiday was a nice one. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  There are times I wish I belonged to a bigger family with more siblings, nieces and nephews, and friends.  A day with football games, arguments, laughter, and old stories being retold with more embellishment from the year before. However, I am grateful for all that I have and I look forward to the rest of the holiday season. 









Monday, November 13, 2017

Veterans Day 2017


What follows is my speech from the 2017 Veterans Day Ceremony at Bent Winds Gold Course in Fuquay Varina, NC...  
It’s November 11th and you know what that means – that’s right, time to put up Christmas decorations.  My wife has all the outside lights pulled out of storage and ready to go. 
Ladies and gentlemen – I want to thank Michael Dorman, Military Missions In Action, the Miss North Carolina Association, Bent Winds Golf Course, the volunteers, sponsors and all of the Veterans here in the audience.  Thank you for inviting me to speak to you today on what my children refer to as “Dad’s holiday”. 
I had a set of comments for this occasion but CSM Retired Ziebarth stopped me and reminded me that you are all about to play golf all day and that I should be brief, be brilliant, and be gone.  Then my wife, Lisa got a hold of me and said I should talk about recent veteran’s issues.  So with that in mind I am prepared to disappoint both of you - here I go.
The world is a dangerous place.  North Korea continues to develop weapons of mass destruction, Violent Extremist Organizations spew hate and violence, Russian aggression seeks to disrupt the order in Europe, and China continues to refine its anti-access, area denial capabilities. 
Yet despite these real and contemporary issues there are three dangers in the military have been constant for far longer than that – a Private with a rifle, a Lieutenant with a map, and a full bird Colonel with a podium and a microphone. 

This is 100th anniversary of the America’s entry in The Great War. A century ago the United States tectonically shifted from a strong regional power with the ability to influence its national priorities around the Caribbean and Pacific to an emerging global power with a place on the world stage.

Think about that - for the first time Americans were going onto another’s sovereign soil at the desperate need of its allies to end the stalemate of the Western Front.  A fight where American existence was not at stake but her allies was.  1917 to 1918 only scratched the surface of America’s industrial and technological might – which of course – awoke like that infamous “sleeping giant” a quarter of a century later and secured our dominance to this day. 

The Greatest Generation fought back tyranny over two major powers and brought the Empire of Japan and Nazi Germany to heel. 

American’s then found itself in Korea – the Forgotten War – a place where the drumbeats of war are getting louder to this day.

A generation after World War II, America fought in the jungles of Vietnam for ten years – with 56,000 lost and untold forever scarred. 

And now this generation – what I refer to as the Greater Generation – a generation of Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, and Airmen who have deployed to combat two, three, six times or more over the last 16 years. 

The American military is the greatest military on the face of the earth – the most powerful, the most educated, the most capable force since Alexander. Today it is built on a significant concept.  We are an all-volunteer military.  This is truly incredible when you think about it.  Since 1973 – and highlighted by the FACT that we have been engaged in military-combat operations since 2001 – America has met its security obligations with people who WANT to serve.  And even though there is less than 1% of the American population serving in the military that still account for over 2.4 million VOLUNTEERS in uniform today.  Among those who comprise our force are the men and women of all components of the military, Active Duty, Reserve, and National Guard. 

They are worthy of our praise, they are worthy of our continued support after their service is over, and they are worthy of recognition as vanguard of peace – because, in the words of George Orwell - People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. To all of those Veterans we say loudly – THANK YOU.

American Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, and the Air Force provide us security 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  But we cannot do it without support.  We need organizations like Military Missions In Action - dedicated to assisting veterans, current members of the armed forces and their families by engaging with the community, businesses, and other organizations.  Organizations like MMIA – great or small - are the link for a lot of veterans to connect with one another and back into their communities.  It is because of the generosity of people like you all here today that allows organizations to give back and say “thank you” to veterans and their families. 

And I know full well what that looks like – as a Soldier who was deployed this year, Michael Dorman contacted me to send care packages to my team of 13 in Kuwait, Jordan and Qatar.  And boy oh boy did he follow through.  When I went to the mail room they said, “hey, Sir – you’re gonna need a truck” and I said, “you mean like a hand truck?” “No, like a cargo truck” because MMIA send two HUGE boxes for every member of my team.  Each one filled with snacks, toiletries, movies, cards, and a lot of gratitude.  No doubt that was in part due to people like you all here today.  Support organizations like MMIA really do matter in the lives of the armed forces, and so it is my turn to say thank you.  

In closing let me add this:

100 years ago Men sacrificed in the trenches of France – praying for relief from the mud and the shells

75 years ago Men sacrificed on the beaches in the Pacific – trying to pry a suicidal enemy out of the volcanic rock in order to get closer to the home island of Japan

65 years ago Men sacrificed on the frozen hilltops of Korea – fighting frostbite as hard as they fought Korean and regular Chinese forces

50 years ago Women sacrificed in the triage centers and hospitals in Vietnam – providing care, compassion, and comfort to the dying and wounded

And

For the past 16 years, Men and Women have sacrificed in Afghanistan and Iraq – stomping out radical violent extremism in America’s longest running war

Every generation has sacrificed its best for our peace and security – today we thank all of those – past and present who have put on the uniform, raised their right hand, and defended this great nation.

Thank you for coming out today.  Have a great event!











Wednesday, November 01, 2017

Halloween 2017

Another Halloween in South Lakes is in the books.  Another year in the cul de sac watching our kids grow up - no longer pushing Grant in a stroller, or having to walk with TJ, holding hands, up to the party.

We live in a neighborhood with a great bunch of people who make the evening fun with food and drink until it is time to go door to door.  

This year Grant was "Black Panther" - because he liked the costume.  Two years ago he was Captain Phasma - a character from Star Wars that is female - so we know Grant isn't stuck up on gender or race issues.

TJ was a Ghoul, with a black shawl type thing and a death mask.  The cute and fun part of Halloween is leaving him in favor of scary and shock worthy. 

Our house was visited by hundreds!  We decorated the outside in a witches theme, with cool lighting inside and out but without any too frightening.  Halloween decorations have become an informal contest in the neighborhood and I can no longer keep up with some of the elaborate set ups.  

The good news is that Lisa and I are discussing going to Walt Disney World next year for "Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party" - a really cool special event at the Magic Kingdom.  The park gets decorated and there are special hours for Trick-or-Treating.  Our family is already in discussions on what to dress up as!

Friday, October 27, 2017

How Far Would You Go For Tuna?


203 miles.
+ 12 runners.
+ 2 vans.
+ 6 drivers.
+ 8 pancakes (and 3 sausages).
=
31 hours, 24 minutes, 17 seconds.

That was our weekend.  We were part of a crew that ran the Tuna Run; a relay race from Raleigh, NC to Atlantic Beach, NC.  A friend of ours invited Lisa to join the team in the early spring and after another person dropped out, I was added to the roster.  Most of the people we know from church or from other races (like the Outer Banks Half Marathon).  Everyone in the bunch are good people that we can fun with together – but this took it to a whole other level – a bunch of 50 somethings sleeping on vans, running in the middle of the night, peeing in bushes, and telling stories to get to know one another. 
The race started in the dark at 6 am, Friday morning at Lake Benson Park with the Blue Team starting off.  Our team, the Red Team, would start about five hours later so we quickly retreated back to a friend’s house for coffee, a real potty, and the mornings news.  Then – then – we piled back into the church bus headed out to breakfast!  By 9 am we were on the road to our first transition point for a 11 am hand off. My first leg was long and hot and I was a little beaten down at the end of it. I had a hard time imagining two more runs in 24 hours.

I can’t tell you where we really were because I had never been to any of these places and I wasn’t up front in the bus. I can tell you that hanging out with a bunch of acquaintances in a small, confined space, sweating and tired and hungry did not suck like you think it might. Everyone was invested in making the event enjoyable.  People kept the whining to a minimum and the levity to maximum.  One person was afraid of running at night and encountering a bear.  Another person was afraid of running into a clown.  We all settled for being afraid of bear clowns.

We stopped for dinner and a beer in Kinston, NC - a really decent burger (protein) and an IPA (carbs). By this time the whole thing had this throw-caution-to-the-wind atmosphere, probably because we did not have children around and the evening segments were coming up.

An hour after dinner and we set up a camp site in the dark.  I borrowed Lisa's Eno hammock and crashed out for an hour before I was shaken awake to get back on the bus. 

Red Team dropped me off at my 11 pm starting point and I took off into the North Carolina countryside.  I ran into the dark of night, without a moon or a cloud in the sky.  At times I turned off my head lamp and let the night soak me into it.  We were so far from any town that the stars revealed the arms of Milky Way galaxy - something I have not seen with my own eyes in years.
 
Lisa had one of the early morning runs, 6.5 miles that started at 2 am.  It was her first long run in a long time and she crushed it with a record time for her. I was really impressed with her resilience and stamina.

Somewhere around 6 am we were at a church that served fresh pancakes, sausages, and coffee.  Without a doubt the best breakfast in a long time.  It filled and refreshed us as I snuck off to the church bathroom to wipe down with baby-wipes and paper towels.  Parts of me were starting to chafe and I still had another run.


Blue Team handed off right around that time and headed to the beach for showers and a rest while we finshed up our legs. With the end in sight - figuratively, not literally - everyone was motivated for the finish line.  In my shortest leg I posted my fastest time of the three segments. Our support team consisting of drivers, spouses, race volunteers emerged from the hotel everyone was staying at as our captain passed with 2.5 miles to go.

In true team spirit all the runners met our captain for the last quarter mile to the finish line and the twelve of us crossed as one.  


The afternoon was filled with beers and pizza, sand, a sunset, and a camaraderie of a job well done.  In the days after we found out that we finished 9th out of 30+ mixed teams and almost immediately those who said that they wouldn't do it again began planning ways to improve for next year.

At this point in this post I am asking myself, "what did I learn?"  I think the answer is that life is an adventure and we need to embrace more of it.  

Saturday, October 07, 2017

The Post About the Boyfriend

Samantha has a guy that she is dating regularly. 
(I sit here letting that sink in...)

Samantha sent me a picture of the two of them.  He is tall; 6'7" and she is looking up at him, smiling.  It's a good smile.  It is good to see her happy with another person.

Of course, the sad news is I'll have to kill him if he makes her sad.  (Just kidding) ((Or am I?)) 

In their early twenties (in fact they are only 20) there is too much ahead of them to make anything of this. Ahead of them is more college, and more college, work, life, and a bump or two.  A famous man once said, 'life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.' But in the meantime...  

It is real to both of them and that's what matters.  Safe, sane, sensible relationships are possible at any age - and as a parent I hope for that for my daughter. 

Sam wants to bring him down in a couple of months.  There is no reason to say, No.  In fact, it will be fine.   

I remember the little girl who was my daughter. I am excited to meet the woman of the same title. 
We are getting there.


Wednesday, October 04, 2017

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Pew Pew Pew


We drove up to the mountains over the weekend at the invitation of our friends Keith and Renee.  We drove out to Boone, NC and went up, up, up into the mountains, the home of Appalachian State University.  It was just turning fall and the leaves were just starting to show the first hints of autumn colors but the daytime was still warm.

Rich loves being in areas that have an elevation greater than a few feet.  I suppose it is the break in the horizon, or seeing near and distant vistas. I can tell you that the area reminded me a lot of the Catskills, in New York.

The first night Keith and Renee entertained the boys. That is, we all played Apples To Apples without condescending to the kids.  Everyone played and everyone tried to win.  We all laughed and had a good time as a group.  


Saturday, we drove to and then hiked Linville Fall and went down into Linville Caverns.  The hikes up and down the falls were rugged but, to their credit, the boys climbed through the whole adventure without complaint.  The falls themselves were awesome and full – a roar above the peace of nature’s lack of manmade noise.  

Mornings of pancakes and eggs and bacon and evenings of chips, burgers and beers and the chance to sit be a nice open fire. That makes for a nice weekend.


The highlight was back at the cabin where the boys were allowed to shoot a bolt action .22 and a .22 pistol that had been modified for a scope, bipod, and suppressor (silencer).  We brought out old action figures and plastic toys – in addition to some empty (and a couple full) beer cans. We went through all of the safety procedures, and with two competent adults watching – let the boys shoot. 
TJ hit the full beer can on his second shot and exploded to the glee of, well, everyone watching.  He continued to put rounds into his old toys and targets.
Grant liked the bolt action rifle but really seemed to work with the pistol better.  He blasted a t-rex and GI Joes left and right. 

I liked it compared to a pistol. The silencer muffled the noise so that all you really heard was the sound of the rounds moving through the underbrush down range.  It was really neat because you didn’t have the loud crack of a rifle shot.

It was a lot of fun and made us consider getting a small rifle for the boys to learn gun safety on.  We are not a pro-gun person to the point where we must have them in the home for protection.  We are, however, a people who believes that everyone should know how to handle guns; rifles, pistols, shotguns to the point where they are safe around and with them.
I even played with my camera - which I named "Squint"!  I got up at oh-my-God early and trekked with Renee up a mountain to catch the sun rise over the valley.  We took some pretty cool pictures.  
The best picture I took, however, was back when we were shooting.  I counted down as TJ squeezed the trigger.  The result was an awesome frame of the bullet piercing that full can of beer and capturing the spray of nasty old beer. 
It was a great shot by both eagle eyes!






Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Toy Story - Extended Ending

I remember the part of Toy Story 3 where Andy is getting ready to go off to college and has to decide which toys to put out to the road and which to put into storage - all the while, Woody, Buzz and the gang are hoping for one more chance to come out of the toy chest to be played with.  

Our boys have a lot of toys, period.  Action figures, Bey Blades, fidget spinners, Hot Wheels, little green army men, Legos, etc.  My biggest complaint is that most of these toys only get played with once or twice.

The boys have some really cool toys.  Among our favorite is this interactive castle set with an ogre, knights, cannons, catapults, and a huge dragon.  Its a well constructed set and we have diligently kept all of the pieces over the last four years.  However, in the age of video games, iPads, Nerf guns and bicycles, a toy set like this is often ignored as TJ and Grant transition from toddlers to children to boys.  

And so we made the decision to box the set with the notion of saving it for our grandchildren.  A good sturdy box with a clever description on the outside to be set aside for 25 years like a  time capsule or a treasure chest (which the castle has, by the way).  

We began to move the pieces into the box when a curious thing happened.  The boys, maybe sensing this impending loss, went into the box and began to play with the set. Invented story lines and make believe took over scripted video game narratives.

As I sit here writing this I can hear them upstairs, collaborating, arguing, compromising, and playing as childhood holds on for a while longer.  

Saturday, September 16, 2017

The CAR Attends My Change of Command

Big career event the other weekend as I took command of the 308th Civil Affairs Brigade in Chicago (Homewood), IL. Indeed, it is an honor and privilege to lead Soldiers and I said as much at the ceremony.

I am still a little overwhelmed by it all. Being in the US Army Reserve is a full-part-time (or part-full-time) career that has to be balanced against a real full time job, family, fun, and other commitments.  No one can really, truly, say that the Reserves are part time job.  Especially with 1000 troops in your command.

My unit had the pleasure of having the Chief of the Army Reserves attend the Change of Command.  He was passing through Chicago, picked our unit to spend some time with and so arrived at the ceremony about a minute before it was to start.  

He spoke to the Soldiers for about 20 minutes after the ceremony and then gave me a 30 minute office call - some one-on-one time to discuss issues.  We had a great conversation and I wish it could have lasted longer.  It is a professional highlight to talk big picture issues with someone who gets to see the big picture on a daily basis.

To sum it up as Lisa did, "that's cool!"

This new chapter of our lives opened on a good page.  Lisa, the boys, and Betty attended.  I said good bye to a mentor, BG Goddard, and was welcomed home to the 353 CACOM - full of faces I hadn't seen in years.  There was even a cake with my face on it.  

How cool is that?







Tuesday, September 05, 2017

The Great Tornado of 2017 (Part II)

Technology is amazing these days. Long before the storm that wrecked our home and car (and neighborhood) tore through Fuquay Varina, our phones were emitting warnings of bad storms and tornados.  We knew bad weather was coming.

Lisa and were both home as I glanced at the radar image on my app. There was a large cell of the storm heading right for us but there was time to go get the boys from school.  Lisa quickly departed for FVES. With the possibility of tornados I just wanted to have the family together for accountability and security.

Again, thanks to technology, I was able to track Lisa's iPhone to the school and start the trip back just as I heard a large thunk sound on the side of the house.  I saw the beginning of the hail storm.  Hail was coming down intermittently and was the size of golf balls.  Thinking ahead I raised the garage door and waited for the van to pull into the driveway.

In the minute or so it took Lisa to arrive the storm worsened.  The hail was violent, for lack of a better word. It was bigger than a golf ball and coming down with a fury.  It ricocheted off the ground into the garage and, quite frankly, scared me. When the van pulled in the kids and Lisa were trapped in the van until I grabbed an umbrella from Lisa and shielded them one by one into the garage. Even a glancing blow hurt.

Lisa did the smart thing and herded the kids into shelter of the first floor storage closet while I did the less-than-smart thing of filming the hail coming through the kitchen window. 

The storm was the wildest thing any of us have ever experienced.  The hail was like machine gun rounds, punching through glass, shingles, windshields, lawn furniture, and trees.  It only lasted a few minutes but in that time it left immense damage in its wake.
As a matter of perspective, this storm system is what was left of Hurricane Harvey, the worst storm to hit the US in history.  Houston, TX, is underwater and people have lost everything as a result.  We did not lose anything irreplaceable and no one was hurt.
Immediately afterwards people came out of their homes to check on the damage and check on one another, an outpouring of support and community that makes us love South Lakes and the people in it. Throughout the night people did quick clean ups and boarded windows. 

We lost two widows in the kitchen and office and all of the gutters are dented beyond repair.  The screens on the porch are blown out.  Lisa's van is very likely totaled.  The next day I discovered shafts of light coming into the attic.


The next day came the "Parade of the Contractors" - a steady stream of trucks and vans with roof repair logos on them - each promising free estimates and the ability to work with us and our insurance company. I can't fault these guys.  Ultimately, we are going to need a new roof, gutters, and two windows. The smart business thing to do it to get ahead of requests.

We spent the next two days in the backyard cleaning up and connecting with more people in the neighborhood. Lisa even raked a path for "Emily" our lone, lost duck that has been adopted by Barb, next door; Emily was a bit shell shocked the next day and came over to us quacking as if to say, "what the hell was that all about?!"  Insurance companies called and adjustors stopped by.  By Labor Day we were generally back to normal.  

Now Irma is a Category 5 hurricane in the Atlantic.  We all waiting to see where it will go.

Saturday, September 02, 2017

The Great Tornado of 2017 (Part I)

The remnant of Hurricane Harvey rolled through South Lakes last night with a fury few of us have ever seen.  For a few (but long) scary minutes the whole world came crashing down. Literally.

Here is Part I in pictures and video.


Before...

Radar Image

During...




After...
Golf Ball to Baseball Sized Hail


Dented Downspouts Everywhere
Blasted Out Kitchen Window






Second Floor Office Room







Dented Beyond Repair...

and Un-drivable 

Stripped Trees