JARHEDJON

Riding a Wave

2009-07-13T19:34:00.000-07:00

It's hard to believe that over a month has gone by since my last post. I was able to participate for two weeks with my soon-to-be SMCR unit BEFORE separating from Active Duty on 01 July, and this past weekend I just completed my first actual Drill with them. I've already recieved the cash from selling back my leave to the Corps, and it ended up being almost twice what we had forecast. This was due mostly to the fact that the majority of the leave I sold back turned out to be leave earned while in a combat zone--which is tax free. Apparently the taxes on leave sold back is generally very high, but we escaped that. We are really praising God for that.
Participation with the Jr. High kids at the church is ramping up as we get to the end of the summer, and though I will not be able to attend (as a counselor) a two week retreat in the mountains at the end of this month, I'm finding it rewarding as well as challenging. Though rarely "easy," I think this type of involvement is perhaps more up my alley than sitting on a committee or something.
I'll be starting to perform Drills at my old command tommorrow, and as time allows and in the absence of job offers, I plan to use all of my paid drills before the end of the FY (I've already coordinated a mission that will permit this).
All said, God is truly providing for us, and blessing us with many opportunities to paise Him. As always, thanks for your continued prayers.

Semper Fi,
JarHedJon

Hard at Work

2009-06-02T21:10:00.000-07:00

Everything that everyone has told me about how much work it is to find work was right on the money. Additionally, one of my preplanned options, that of working in an IMA billet, has fallen through, so that caused some scrambling--as I will stop recieving paychecks from the Corps in less than 30 days.
However, God is good, and I've been able to coordinate a billet in an SMCR billet that will be flexible for the remaining three months of the FY, giving me the opportunity to keep a paycheck coming--as well as the potential for work in the new FY, even though it may involve some travel (and separation from my family for short periods).
Meanwhile, of course, I have been steadily applying for jobs, most of them government related (as this community offers the most direct application of some of my skill sets), and all of them within a commute distance, though some are at the extreme range of what I would consider a comfort zone (I would not necessarily choose to commute more than an hour one way for a very long period of time).
I've made a decision, after discussion with my family (of course), to volunteer in support of the Junior High leadership team at our church, I'm really looking forward to this opportunity in many ways. Again, thanks for your prayers and support in all of this!

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Job Search Update

2009-05-13T20:23:00.000-07:00

I know this has been a long time coming (I’ve been back in CONUS for a little over three months now), I’m finally going to update y’all (probably give you more detail than you wanted) on what’s happening.

Sheryl, Joshua and I have decided that it would be best for our family if I separated from Active Duty if I cannot find a non-deployable job in southern California. I am not retiring at this point, but that is an option depending on how things pan out. Our preference is to remain in this area for continuity in Joshua’s education (he’s partially completed a six year dual language immersion program). I am willing to travel up to 25% of the year, and Sheryl will begin the initial phases of her job search in June (we will probably need two incomes to maintain quality of life and stay in this area, as many of my job skills are not directly transferrable; it is realistic to presume movement into the civilian sector slightly below middle management vice upper or senior management).

I have participated in military-to-civilian career transition classes offered by Marine Corps Community Services and the Veterans Administration, and continue to attend classes as I have opportunity (I’m signed up for another one next week regarding the Government Service job application process). I am in two different job networking and transition groups that I physically meet with on occasion (one at church and one on base), have had my resume reviewed by three different professional sources (at no cost to myself, fortunately), have perfected my 30 second “commercial” and am working on my 90 second “commercial.” I have as a goal to apply for a job, post my resume to a career site, or enroll in at least one job search site every day. I’ve got hard copies of my resume handy on 35# ivory paper; I’ve got plenty of business cards, one with contact information only and one with four “bullets” on the back; I’ve got business envelopes and stationary for “official” business correspondence; my business wardrobe is cleaned and pressed and can be donned at a moment’s notice (admittedly, I had to have some of the items tailored, everything appeared to have shrunk somewhat over time); and I’ve had some time to practice answers to the twelve categories of questions I can be asked during an interview.

I will come off orders on 01 July; however, over the 90 days following that, I can perform 38 days of Reserve duty that will produce over 60 days of pay. Following 01 October (the new fiscal year), I can exercise the same options, taking us through to 01 January, 2010. If during this time I receive a viable job offer, I can almost immediately cease Reserve duty and accept the job. Having this flexibility, with a projected income for the rest of the year, is a tremendous blessing.

I’ll post more later, but for now, thanks for your prayers, your support, and your continued encouragement.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Deployed again...

2008-01-11T06:29:00.000-08:00

A fortnight from now, I should be back at the same base in the same country for a 13 month deployment. If I'm lucky, I'll get the same room (that I worked so hard to functionalize at the beginning of my last deployment). I will be in a different billet on the staff, which is good news--it is a two deep job, meaning that I will be someone's deputy, and will be spelled, though I'm sure there will be occasions where the mission will require more than 12 hour shifts. The base, which was during my last deployment one of the safest places to be in country, is now even safer (for instance, hostile incidents in the province have dropped from over 450 a week province wide to less than 50 a week province wide). However, complacancy kills, and the country is still a dangerous place. That being said, quality of life is increasing at an exponential rate, not only for citizens of this country, but for service personnel there as well. The point is that as much as I appreciate all the care packages I recieved back in 2006, and as much as they were "needed," I'm being increasingly informed that there is more available on the base there than many small bases in the US. However, as during any other time in my life, and certainly for Sheryl and Joshua, I request your prayer.
Sheryl and Joshua are pretty well established in the new pre-fab home, though I've got a bunch of things I'm going to try to close the loop on this weekend (clean and organize the shed, move stuff over from a neighbors, get a ceiling fan working, put wire screens on the skirt vents, etc.). Sheryl will need wisdom and courage to deal with issues that come up, from plumbing to whatever, working with the manufacturer where the warranty applies, the broker, and the various "fix it" folks where necessary. She'll also need a break from parenting every once in a while, as well as need to attend various functions related to her position on the PTA, on committees at church, etc. A big need for her is available and reliable child care. Joshua is, needless to say, going to miss me, and while I was gone last year he had several opportunities to participate in "guy stuff" with men in our community. A fishing trip, a few hockey games, a monster truck show, a field trip to the Midway (aircraft carrier), these were things that he was able to participate in, and my prayer for him would be that he would continue to have the opportunity to do stuff like this due to the generosity of decent men. Check Sheryl's blog (link to the left) to stay informed on what's happening with me for the next 13 months...

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Ode to the Rode

2007-11-28T11:54:00.000-08:00

A motorcycle brings a quality to solitude, speed, and the open road otherwise unattainable, and as a specific catalyst in the fusion of these elements into what is commonly known as experience, I am here endeavoring to voice my honor, respect, and gratitude to my late motorcycle (which, happily, is extending the experience of a new owner on new roads to a new destination).

The distinct process that melds operator and motorcycle into a single entity during the transition from stasis to movement has never been adequately described by science. Certainly, there are a limited number of physical contributors to the transition: the separate and varied stimuli from the beneficence of the earth; the vision of the planned route stretching to infinity before you and beginning to fall away behind you; the (mostly) unconscious function of balance creating both risk and opportunity; the authority of the accelerator in one hand and the control of the clutch in the other; the constrained power of myriads of horses rumbling urgently through the seat and up your spine; the major muscle groups in your lower body gripping and guiding the restrained machine; and pegs tingling the bottom of your boots, feet poised to shift or brake as necessary. The result of all of these processes occurring simultaneously is not finite or empirical—rather, they together set the conditions for a metamorphosis that transcends the physical and approaches the spiritual. Concluding the melding process, the operator is now in a separate dimension I call the Zone. This Zone can be approached by a plethora of mechanisms, but never fully attained except by a two wheeled motorized vehicle.

Having imparted a poor (but nevertheless valid) description and identification of the Zone, I must qualify the dimension with the following modifier: Though all two wheeled motorized vehicles transport their operators to the Zone, some motorcycles provide a more full experience. There IS a Platonic Form of the Zone, and it can only be reached by the Perfect Motorcycle. Due to the vagaries in the human condition, it is conceivable that this is actually a different motorcycle for every person.

I’m convinced I found MY Perfect Motorcycle in my late Ride. This motorcycle put elation into acceleration, lent emotion to motion, put the perform into performance, ranked when cranked, created the “Oooooh” in smooth, personified the engine in engineering, became the tour in touring, demanded the look in looks, became the corner while cornering, amplified the lean in leaning, put the mean in meaning, put the “Q” in torque, was the fine in refined, all while instilling the vibes in vibration. After averaging over nine thousand miles a year for three and a half years, and having melded to transcendence on just about every road surface describable, I could do nothing less than pen this Ode to the Motorcycle I Rode.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Fires, Yes, but We're Safe

2007-10-22T20:43:00.000-07:00

Despite the many fires threatening homes in many areas of southern California, our family and our neighborhood are safe. Commutes to and from work (or anywhere, for that matter) take at least twice as long as normal, due to the many road closures and whole neighborhoods being evacuated. Of course, we fight frustration as we sit in bumper to bumper traffic, but we are so thankful that we have a home to return to and can sleep in our own beds at night.
I ended up over-doing it on that three mile run back on October 10th, I've actually been forced off the road by a super-sore ankle (my left one, this time) that I apparently over-stressed on that little run. I think I've finally turned the corner on it, though, and plan to start running again (at first, probably on the treadmill) by November.
We'll be in "transition" from the 2nd weekend in November until the middle of December, when we plan to move into our new pre-fab home. Watch Sheryl's blog for more details :)

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Marathon Aftermath

2007-10-11T20:13:00.000-07:00

I am mildly surprised at how quickly I seemed to recover from the marathon; by mid Wednesday I was practically pain free, even climbing or descending ladderwells (er, that's staircases for the non-maritime among you). I decided to run three miles today (Thursday), and though I was able to maintain a ten minute mile pace throughout, I could still feel a few "things" going on in my feet and ankles. I have resolved to refrain from running again at least until Monday.
As soon as Team World Vision puts out their team photo, I'll see if I can post it for y'all to see.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Marathon Complete!

2007-10-08T20:53:00.000-07:00

I want to say "Thank You" to everyone who prayed for me, encouraged me, supported me, and cheered me on!! I was on track to complete the 26.2 miles in around 4:45, which was right in line with my training goal, when the race was 'canceled.' I first got word of this when I was passing mile 21, and at every opportunity was told to walk by race officials. Though I could hear sirens (they had actually been sounding continuously since shortly after the race started), I had no idea the strain on the emergency response/aid station infrastructure caused by the number of runners succumbing to the heat. Like all runners with me, the race being 'canceled' did not compute, and we kept running. At 4:04 into the race, passing mile 22, however, race officials with megaphones instructed all runners to walk, informed us that the race clocks had been turned off, anyone finishing the race after the four hour mark would not recieve an official time, and encouraged bus rides (provided by race officials) back to the finish line for all runners. My first impulse was anger, as the frustration of having trained for over six long months for a goal that would now be witheld overwhelmed me. However, a second later, the anger and the frustration were flushed out by some very different emotions. Joy that I had the physical capacity to train for, enter and participate in the marathon; Gladness that I had been a lightning rod for many to participate in making a difference for years to come in the lives of those in Malawi; and Encouraged by the Community and fellowship of the SCPC and TWV runners and staff that had all paid a price to make this event a success in my life--whether I finished or not.
I was able to 'walk out' the remaining 4.2 miles in the company of SCPC team members, finishing the full distance (unlike many, who were forced off the route or transported back to the finish line as the route was closed down by race officials). I was able to 'jog' accross the finish line, though I'm sure it was not a pretty sight (it sure hurt a lot, picking up the pace after walking so much that late in the race), and I'm recovering fine (I was able to walk myself onto the aircraft the next day without TOO noticeable of a gimp). I'll be sending out a more detailed account by email later for those who are interested, but that is taking more time to write than I anticipated, so I wanted to get this out now.
Again, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, this was a great experience for me and so, so worth it for the folks in Malawi (the SCPC team raised over $25,000.00 overall).

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Marathon on Sunday

2007-10-04T20:28:00.000-07:00

It's finally here, the weekend that I'm scheduled to run my first marathon! I'm flying to Chicago tomorrow along with fifteen others from my church, and it looks like we will raise enough money to provide a new source of clean water for a community in Malawi! As soon as I possibly can after I cross the finish line (I'd appreciate your prayers so that this eventually happens), I'll call Sheryl and let her know. If you watch her blog on Sunday afternoon, I think that will be the best place to get an update.
I am not running this marathon for speed or time, but based on my training expect to finish in less than five hours. I think the start is officially at 0800 Chicago time, but given the number of folks running the race, I may not cross the start line for a good hour or more.
Thanks to every one of you who are praying for me, and to those who have given so fresh water can bring health and livlihood to folks who really need it.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Motorcycle Family

2007-09-15T13:13:00.000-07:00

We are now a motorcycle family! Joshua has reached that point where he is legal on the motorcycle (he can place his feet securely on the factory-installed passenger foot pegs), so now all of us are motorcyclers (though I'm the only driver). Of course, we all can't fit on the motorcycle at the same time, I've been telling Sheryl that a sidecar (there are several models made for my model of BMW) would solve all of that... The picture shows Joshua and I on our way to a motorcycle dealer to purchase a helmet (white full face) that fits him a little better, and a better reflective vest. We also found some gloves that fit him a little better.

I am back to training for the marathon, I ran five miles on the pavement today (vice on a treadmill), and so far my ankle still feels good to go! Thanks to all of you for your prayers regarding this.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Recovering

2007-08-26T22:15:00.000-07:00

Thanks for your prayers, my ankle is slowly getting better. The las week I was working the night shift (1800 to 0600) for an exercise, so I was able to take it pretty easy (the night shift is a lot lower profile than the day shift, so I was able to keep my booted foot elevated on my desk most of the time without drawing too many negative comments). I plan to see a doc early this week, so I can get an official prognosis regarding the way ahead. In the meantime, I've tried to post a picture of me with four of the fifteen or so folks from our church who are preparing to run the Chicago Marathon, but run into technical difficulties...

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Training Injury

2007-08-24T02:31:00.000-07:00

Well, Folks:
Last Saturday the training schedule (for beginners) called for a 16 mile distance, which was not easy, but training with friends makes it considerably easier. The rest of Saturday, I was moving pretty slow, but no major concerns. Sunday when I woke up, however, I discovered my right ankle was swollen and sore, and it felt very much like it was badly sprained. I have not been training this week, and am instead, when I need to perambulate, very gingerly and slowly covering the necessary ground. Additionally, I am working at keeping my right foot elevated and iced whenever possible.
I am pretty discouraged as a result of this set back, but am still committed to the marathon, even if I have to walk it. I'd appreciate your prayers for healing and strengthening, as I'd prefer to run the marathon with the folks from my church that I've been training with. Thanks.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

1st Marathon Approaching...

2007-08-17T00:24:00.000-07:00

Greetings, y'All:

I apologize for my silence yea these last fifty plus days. For the month of July, please follow the link to Sheryl's blog on the left for updates. During August I've been entrenched in the Marine Corps Planning Process, including working the night shift recently in a 24-hr-a-day 14 day exercise.

I feel very cared for and supported by my family and friends, so please think of this as an opportunity, not a request or a plea. I am training for the Chicago Marathon on October 7th, through which I pray that the lives of rural Malawians will be changed for God's glory. Thanks to some who have already given to this cause--if you were thinking of my birthday on the 17th and don't know what to get me, please consider sponsoring me in the marathon attempt. My pastor, who will also be running in the marathon with other members of our church for the same reason, has written a very glowing endorsement (so glowing, in fact, that I'm humbled by it: really, I did not pay him to say these things), which you can see here: http://bolsinger.blogs.com/.
Click on this link to access my World Vision Y-Malawi sponsor site: http://www.firstgiving.com/jarhedjon, or follow this link to see a short video about Team World Vision: http://youtube.com/watch?v=ouMsZIwOkag. This site will tell you more about Y-Malawi: http://www.y-malawi.com/. Thanks, all of you, for all the things you already are involved in regarding your immediate circle, your community, and your world.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Orders Confirmed

2007-06-23T22:23:00.000-07:00

Well, Folks, the word is in: my orders are confirmed for another two years. Last week I went to a planning conference in Tampa (FL) and was not able to check email, and when I got back from the trip on Friday, my orders had hit the system. This effectively puts bread on our table for another two years, and pretty much guarantees another year in Iraq during 2008.
In the meantime, this means I plan to take leave (it should be approved) from June 27th through August 1st. The plan is to take a road trip with my family (Route 66 and then some), I figure 30 some odd days stuck in a vehicle together is bound to provide more intimacy than we really wanted... During July we'll cross the US to Tennessee, head up to Chicago, and then mosey on back to California.
I don't know how much access we'll have to the internet while on the road trip, but I'll do what I can to keep you informed of whether or not we drive each other crazy. In the meantime, thanks for your support.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Charting a Course

2007-06-04T19:48:00.000-07:00

Again it has been two weeks since my last post, it is difficult for me to keep up with this when I get to interact with many of you in our community so often. Additionally, I am aware that I will not be able to blog as a method 0f staying in touch with you all when I next deploy, so I'm sort of in limbo here, trying to decide what will be the best way to keep folks current.
As Sheryl has said in her blog, we have a new mode of transportation now, which will make our upcoming road trip much more enjoyable (and allow us more flexibility, with added room). Sheryl and Joshua are co-conspirators in the planning of our Route 66 vacation, and we are looking forward to spending a lot of time together and with friends along the way. It will be tough to stick with my marathon training plan while on the road, but I intend to give it the old college try.
Thank you so much to the many of you that were able to make it out to San Onofre Recreational Beach on Saturday to celebrate with us. There are still areas in our family that remain zones of unfamiliarity, but thanks to God's grace we are learning to include the others more and more into all our reckonings.
I have not yet heard whether my orders request has been accepted, but the expectation is that there will be NO problems. I'll keep you posted.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

We've Made a Decision

2007-05-20T07:28:00.000-07:00

The Marine Corps organization that I'm a part of, I Marine Expeditionary Force (I MEF), informed me that they required 45 days to process a request to renew my orders. My orders end on July 1st. That gave me a 90 day window from the time I arrived back in the States on February 15th to pursue other options. I feel like I did all that I reasonably could, without infringing on my current obligations to the Marine Corps or cutting into the liesure time with Sheryl and Joshua, to look for other opportunities. My non-negotiables were minimal: within a forty five minute commute from our house; enough of a salary to maintain our current quality of life; and a job that would use some of my skill sets while offering me at least some job satisfaction. I published my resume and military service summary on Monster.com via Military.com. I used all my network connections to pass the word that I was available. One job was particularly appealing, and though the employer is still interested in me, the contract could not be negotiated within the time window required.
Though I was fully committed to seeking employment in a profession other than the profession of arms for good reasons, two facts remain clear: I am responsible for the provision of my family's needs; I have reached terminal rank and have many more years of potential service in a career that uses my strengths, rewards application of effort, and affirms my potential. Because a three year commitment gives the Marine Corps TOO much latitude (orders which would require the dislocation of my family, for instance), I have limited my request for orders with the MEF to two years.
This two year period of service will almost guarantee another one year deployment, probably January 08 to January 09. There is little doubt in my chain of command's mind that the orders will be approved. Following this period of service, I will have 27 years of service, 14 of them Active. I'm feeling a little depressed--it is difficult to face another year away from Sheryl and Joshua. However, I am convinced, even more so than prior to my last deployment, that God can turn this into a blessing and bring glory and honor to His name through these circumstances.
Thanks for praying with us through this, for all your support, and your continued prayer in the future. It has made all the difference.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

National Day of Prayer

2007-05-13T19:38:00.000-07:00

On May 3rd I was priveledged with an invitation to speak at a church nearby regarding the impact of prayer during my deployment. Though it is rather lengthy, I'd like to give you all the opportunity to read as much of it as you'd like... (or not). Yours are the prayers that affected my life and my family's life to such a great extent!
"In October of 2005 I knew I would be deployed to Iraq for a one year tour. It was hard for my family and me to conceive of how this could be a blessing. We were afraid, for my safety and strength and endurance under what we knew would be a heavy workload; and for Sheryl and Joshua, for the hole that would be left in their lives while I was gone. However, we were not going into this situation alone. We have always been committed, as a family, to being a part of our community, both God’s Community in the world, the church, and the world community that surrounds us, political through physical. As a result, we had a large circle of acquaintances, friends, and companions at church who we considered brothers and sisters in Christ, and many folks with whom we were engaged outside the church as part of our understanding of God’s call for us to be in the world. We asked for prayer. I knew the deployment would be tougher on Sheryl and Joshua than on me: I was going to a new place, filling a crucial role, and fulfilling 25 years of expectations on the part of the Marine Corps, who had trained me, and on my part, as I’d never been in a combat zone; so I asked for special prayer support for my family. Through our small group and close friends at church, we were prayed for, encouraged, and cared for—even before I left in February 2006. Through our community associations, I was interviewed by the Orange County Register, and following their article that was published after I deployed, I was ‘adopted’ by the San Juan Capistrano Seniors and others who were able to follow through on their desire to support a service member from their home town due to the article. Many of these people, who I’d never met, were Christians who told me they were praying for me (as well as writing me letters of encouragement, etc.). So, even though we were generally pessimistic as to how being apart from my family for twelve months could in any way turn out to be a positive thing, we were aware from the beginning of God answering His promise to be with us in every circumstance.
Over the next 12 months, I was constantly aware of God’s presence. One very tangible way that I knew God was with me was His immediate response to my requests. Most important to my family and me was the need for daily communication, a commodity not afforded to the majority of the Marine forces in Iraq. My wife and I had established a way that we could keep all those interested in how my life was going and how to make my prayer requests known, and our first choice was to accomplish this by email. From the day I set foot on Camp Fallujah till the day I left, there were only 12 days where I could not send or receive email, and 9 of those days I was traveling to other bases. From these general type requests to all my specific requests, God answered prayer. Within five days of arriving in Iraq, I began to experience low-grade flu symptoms; I put the word out through Sheryl, and in less than 24 hours my symptoms evaporated—while others in my shop battled them for a week or more. Another instance was a tooth that started giving me trouble again after I deployed—I had some pain in the tooth before I deployed, but the dentist felt the problems were not severe enough as yet for a root canal. Come to find out the dental unit at Camp Fallujah could not do root canals, only a preparatory type procedure that would need dental maintenance every three months. One night shortly after arriving in Iraq the tooth gave me a little trouble as I was trying to fall asleep. I notified Sheryl right away, folks started praying, and the tooth did not bother me again the entire deployment (and is still not an issue). On November 20th, my hard drive crashed, potentially destroying over 8 months of necessary staff product. Again, I requested that people pray, and within three days the essential data was restored and I was back to business as normal. I asked for people to pray that God would give me fellowship and spiritual encouragement, and the Chaplain who was assigned as one of our unit chaplains for the year of my deployment was a Presbyterian pastor who became a friend and encourager and initiated a liturgical service for the duration of my deployment. This chaplain also started a band in which I participated as often as possible, which gave me a tremendous opportunity to relax, dispense with some of my stress, and engage with fellow service members outside of the “work” environment. In early November, two members of my unit were killed in combat over a three week period. This was discouraging to me, and again I asked Sheryl to pray. She did, and she also passed the word that I was discouraged and need prayer and care. Over the next 25 days, I received over 250 cards, notes, letters, and ‘telegrams’ encouraging me, wishing me well, and informing me that I was being prayed for.
I believe the prayers of God’s people also increased the support I received from folks outside my church community. The San Juan Seniors sent me many care packages. They sent Sheryl and Joshua a monthly gift, usually something like movie tickets, restaurant coupons, and some money to reduce the cost of a day at a theme park. The outpouring of generosity in the form of care packages (I received an average of one a week for the entire year I was in Iraq) was literally overwhelming. I received encouragement and home-made cookies and care packages and encouragement from three women’s prayer groups: one from a church in Tennessee, one from a church in upstate New York, and one from a church in Huntington Beach. Two different classes at Joshua’s school sent me encouraging letters, a Girl Scout Troop in a nearby city sent me artwork and letters in time for Thanksgiving, and a church Kid’s Club sent me encouraging notes and letters.
As a result of my deployment and the impact of prayer on my life, I am convinced of three things: I am convinced that a family commitment to a praying community provided the foundation from which God could bless us through the prayers of His people. We could not have made that commitment outside of His grace, and my desire is that God would be glorified because of His work on our behalf; I am further convinced that prayer became so meaningful to us because we asked for it. This acknowledges our acceptance that we cannot control our future; it acknowledges that God can; and it acknowledges that God’s people can partner with us in our lives through the gift of their prayers. I am also convinced that the prayers of God’s people made a greater impact on our lives because so many of the people who prayed for us told us of their intercession on our behalf. Without that knowledge, the realization that we were a part of a greater Body, that we were members of a team, would have been much more difficult to grasp.
There are two things the prayers of God’s people provided: PERSPECTIVE and HOPE. The prayers of God’s people and the knowledge I had of them impressed upon me the fact that I was not ultimately serving the Marine Corps, God was using me in His service. My community in Christ reminded me that God is sovereign--not a military organization or any earthly power. Once my perspective was squared away, there was room for hope. The futility and fear of trusting in random luck, personal strength, military might or political policy was dispelled by the knowledge that people were praying for me and God was with me. I was reminded that God is involved in everything that happens to me. The prayers of His people impressed upon me the fact that God Himself is implementing His plan in the world--and I am a part of it; and so is everyone who prayed for me. The power and effect of God's hand of protection on my life through intercessory prayers and the encouragement they provided were, and are, incalculable.To end the story, God blessed us richly. This does not mean that there were not times when we were discouraged, when we were afraid, nor does it mean that we do not still have to daily acknowledge our own lack of control of our lives and rest in God’s provision. Getting reacquainted with my family after being gone a year has not been easy for any of us. But God, in a personal way, was an encouragement and provided a blessing in each of our lives. He answered our prayers, despite our complete unworthiness of His attention. We are fortunate and blessed to receive His grace, mercy and blessing as a result of the prayers of His people. Thank you."

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Trip to Baja

2007-04-26T20:47:00.000-07:00

The leaders of our trip to Mexico encouraged us to "write a little about our trip"--no further guidance. One of the things that initially motivated us to go on this trip was the fact that we could do it as a family. I believe there were some family specific things that took place during those four days, though I'm convinced that what God was able to do in each of our lives was more crucial. I started to put together some words to capture a little of my experience; if you're interested, keep reading (sorry, it's not in iambic pentameter).

The four days or so I was there I found it difficult to define myself by what I did, what I had, or my reputation. The more I tried to evaluate the trip in terms of what I accomplished, the extent to which I 'enjoyed' myself, or how I would be remembered by those I met (which is the usual context of how I ascertain the extent to which my conduct is acceptable), the more paradoxical my 'normal' behavioral model became. I began to realize that the habits and routines to which I concede freedom and spontanaety impart an un-natural sense of comfort--and that the multitudinous tasks in which I engage daily to achieve a sense of self worth probably do more to mar the image of who I should be becoming than reflect that image.

My perspective was that the cup of fru-fru coffee, hot water shower, freeway commute in personally-owned motorized climate-controlled conveyance, uniform respect recieved and shared with co-workers, and the belief that I was at least giving my best effort--to the extent that I had (or didn't have) these every day in my life was the extent to which I could gage the general 'happiness' of my life. Engaging in some non-narcissistic activity in another country with some folks from my church seemed like it should be a natural extention of this 'happy' life. However, I suddenly felt that I had the substance of tracing paper when confronted with the question of what motivated me to sign up for the trip. An initial response (automatic or impulsive?) was, "Because it's the right thing to do." Mmmm. That answer truly comforted me about as much as a cup of fru-fru coffee truly comforts me. And though the "why must I do..." of my choices had hitherto seemed to be secondary to the "what must I do..," I had this avalanching sense that I'd been asking these questions in the reverse order for so long that perhaps my perspective was not redeemable.

Well, in the fellowship of God's people, and uneasily resigned to answer the "why" question with God's grace extended towards me in the form of obedience, I am a little more entrenched on the road that sojourns towards transformation because God gave me the courage to acknowledge the practical transparency of my non-Kingdom value set. Along the way, a sliver of joy shone through a slightly cracked barricade to my heart that I suspect is comprised mostly of pride and selfishness. Now, looking back, what I yearn for is more of that joy. It seems ludicrous to contemplate how intoxicating that sliver was and is, and how mercifully it was bestowed on such dubious conviction--compared to the comfort and general 'happiness' that seemed to compel me on the trip before I actually went on it. The more important aspects of this trip to me are now vested in who I went with, who I met there, and Who asked me to go (He was there the whole trip as well, of course). I'm inclined to believe that I have already experienced a little Eternity through God's invitation to live in His Kingdom...

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Still Uncertain

2007-04-22T20:35:00.000-07:00

Again, the time is flying by faster than I can account for it. The job I submitted my resume for is currently on hold due to contract negotiations, I've been in communication with them regarding the time within which I must recieve a firm answer. They forwarded a benefits package to me, so at least that is something. In the meantime, I am taking the steps necessary to extend my orders with my current command for another two years (should I not obtain private sector employment by May 15th). My command is aware of the possiblitily that I may find a job, but for a variety of reasons has been pretty straight forward about their desire for me to stay on orders. This week begins a week of "field training," or about as close as Corps-level staff officers get to "the field," these are times that are always challenging, always provide great opportunities to learn, and generally enhance the staff's ability to work as a team.
We wrapped up our projects (for the short term) on the house up north, after putting in laminate flooring in the kitchen, dining room, entryway, and hallway, and recarpeting two of the bedrooms. Still left to do is solve the closet door problems in two of the bedrooms (there aren't any) and a ducting problem involving adequate conduct of climate control to the 2nd floor.
Over Spring Break we went to Baja on a four day trip to do some painting and construction with a church we have partnered with in a suburb of Tiajuana. Joshua acted as our interpreter, and did an outstanding job. It was a stretching experience, with God teaching us a little of how every culture experiences brokenness in different ways, and how we are called to be the body of Christ to each other so God can continue the process of sanctification in each of us.
In many ways, re-entering family life has been simlarly challenging. Transitioning from a life that is startingly Spartan, mission oriented, one dimensional and primarily predictable to one that is multitudinous, rich, replete with options and relationship based is no easy task, and I appreciate your continued prayers (for me AND my family). Thanks.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Time Window

2007-04-03T20:39:00.000-07:00

Well, I can hardly believe it's been over a month since I last posted, but time has been flying by for me. I have been overwhelmed by the depth, breadth, and sincerity of all the "Welcome Home" greetings I have recieved, and the number of you that prayed for me (and are still praying for me). I have found it difficult to transition from a 'one dimensional life' of the deployment to the multi-faceted complex and many-optioned life of family, job, community, school, church, etc...
I have a short time window in which to pursue private sector employment. If I can find a job that will provide adequate income to support our continued residence in our current living situation, I will take that option and revert to active reserve status. I have posted my resume on a well reputed job search web site, and have recieved a few 'hits.' I've also been referred by a collegue to a job (the job description is something that I think I would enjoy and would utilize some of my stronger skillsets) where I would support Marine Corps commands from outside the Corps--and have proceeded past the 'initial interview' stage. The 'front man' for the corporation has informed me that if I don't hear anything from the 'second' stage of the process by Friday (April 6th) to touch base with him for a status report. Please pray with me, Sheryl and Joshua regarding this opportunity. I am getting 'mixed messages' from my current command as to whether or not continuted active service would result in deployment for a year in 2008, so it would be nice to dispel the need for concern with a non-deployable job.
Thanks for sticking with this blog, and I'll see if I can't get back into a more regular posting habit.

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Hope & Disappointment

2007-03-01T20:24:00.000-08:00

I am very hopeful about the possibilities of staying on some kind of active orders but NOT being deployed in the near term! After attending some meetings and talking with some of the decision makers in my chain of command, I am fairly encouraged about the opportunity of continuing employment within the Corps that will still allow me to spend time with my family. This would be beneficial in many ways, and would be an AWESOME answer to our prayers. Please continue to pray with Sheryl and I about this.
On the down side, the meetings I mentioned above destroyed my opportunity to meet with a Girl Scout Troop that was an encouragement to me, so I've communicated to them my regrets and asked if I could re-schedule my meeting with them to a later date. They have been very forgiving.
As many as 20 people (me included, of course) from our church are considering running the Chicago Marathon to raise funds for the World Vision component of the Y-Malawi ministry! This is truly exciting, I really feel honored to be a part of such a dedicated Community!

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Back to Work...

2007-02-28T22:02:00.000-08:00

My first full day "back to work" (following four days of liberty and five half days permitted for the purpose of 'checking back in' from deployment) was a little bit of a switch from my typical day while deployed. There has been a little bit of reorganization taking place at my unit, directed by the command, and the majority of the command was getting their heads back into the game on the same day I was--so it was a little confusing. Another transition happenning simultaneously involves some of our computer systems, and of course office "cubes" are being rebuilt and allocated along with the reorg. However, one thing is still very clear--chain of command. This is really helpful, as even though some things are a little confused, knowing who to go to with each problem that arises is more than half the problem. Putting the 'challenge' in the correct person's inbox, and only expending effort on situations that you know are in your ball park tends to limit stress within the command. Kind of a nice thing about this is that this is going on in the 'rear,' so there is not a lot of 'time is of essence' direction wreaking havoc with the planning process. We can take our time (within reason) to achieve the best working solution for each situation.
Tomorrow I have the honor of meeting with a Girl Scout Troop at Marble Head School who supported me while I was deployed. The members of the troop all sent me letters (with art work attached) wishing me a "Happy Thanksgiving." I was very encouraged by their notes, and look forward to thanking them in person for their support. Thank you, Troop Leader Cindy, for your participation in coordinating this.
I was going to begin training for the Y-Malawi Marathon today, but instead was talked into lunch at Fat Burgers. I'm off to an auspicious start...

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Running a Marathon???

2007-02-27T21:32:00.000-08:00

Can you believe it? Just back from a year in Iraq, and I've been challenged to expend energy in another way--run a marathon in Chicago to raise money for an area development project in Malawi! Sheryl, along with other members of our church, went to Malawi on a short trip which resulted in propelling our church into a partnership with seven other churches to commit to a long-term community building effort through World Vision. Our pastor at San Clemente Presbyterian Church has inspired a few of us to join him in running a marathon to raise support and increase awareness of the work Y-Malawi is doing to restore hope.
You can get involved in this effort by "clicking" on the title above or on the "Y-Malawi Marathon" link on the left. I'd appreciate your prayer and support, as I'm a little dubious about running my first marathon at age 46! Even more than praying for me, though, I hope you'll pray for the Nkhoma area in Malawi, where disease, famine, and other factors have dramatically affected EVERYONE.
Tomorrow is my first day of work after "checking in" from deployment, I'll keep y'all posted as to how things go...

Semper Fi,
Jon G.

Getting Back in the Swing...

2007-02-26T22:18:00.000-08:00

Well, I am starting to get back into the swing of things. I have one day left of "checking in" from having been deployed for a year, and Wednesday will be my first full day back at work. I was able to ride my motorcycle to work for the first time today, and it was a LOT of fun... I'd like to thank my friend Dave for his care-taking of the bike while I've been deployed: Dave, you have really done me a tremendous service.
I've sort of left myself the month of March to line up any job options within the military (the requirement is that the jobs are NOT deployable), and depending on the fruitfulness of that search (I'm not holding my breath), April will commence the search for a civilian job in the private sector that will fill the bill. I'll be taking some leave days in the coming months to spend time with Sheryl and Joshua, take care of some needed maintenance jobs associated with our lives (OK, the list of things needing to be done after a year is pretty extensive--though Sheryl has done a remarkable job with everything from taxes to vehicle maintenance while I've been gone), and also be able to spend some GREAT times with the family (maybe a trip to Yosemite, maybe a missions trip during Spring Break...)
It was a great blessing to begin to thank our "Community" for their support of us over the last year through the "Moment for Ministry" at our church, where I was invited to quickly (1 1/2 minutes) share the impact of our church's support (mostly me, I didn't have time to get into the depth and breadth of their support to Sheryl and Joshua as well) over the last year.
Please pray for Joshua, as his teacher's have noted a change in his social interaction and learning style since my return. I will be trying to re-engage with him as much as possible over the next few weeks, but there is only so much I can do to "make up" for a lost year in his life...
A real cool "coincidence" that happenned on Sunday at church: I met the Commanding Officer of the CEB, a unit supported by our church, and he is also a missionary kid from Zambia! I'm looking forward to connecting with him and his family again in the future (he has a son the same age as Joshua and a daughter two years older...).

Semper Fi, JarHedJon

Deployment Ends!

2007-02-17T20:16:00.000-08:00

I'm Back! I'll have to find a new title for this blog, as I'm no longer deployed in support of OIF. To tell you the truth, however, finding a new title for my blog is the least of my worries. I'll need to connect with Sheryl and Joshua after being absent from their lives for a year. Anyway, I'll keep y'all posted in how things unfold over the next four months, as I finish out my orders and weigh options for the future. It's great to be back home.

Semper Fi,
JarHedJon

Ordered: STOP Blogging

2006-09-10T18:05:00.000-07:00

There have been apparent abuses and misuses of blogs by deployed personnel, and as a result, Jon’s command has forbidden all blogging activity on the part of deployed Marines, effective immediately. Jon has not been implicated in any of the abuses or misuses, but is never the less compelled by his command’s policy to discontinue this blog (or suffer the consequences of violating a direct order).

For news from Jon while he is deployed, please go to 2006marinewife.blogspot.com, where I will keep you updated as much as possible based on phone conversations and other communications. Thanks for your continuing support for Jon and for all our Service personnel serving in deployed locations.

On behalf of JarHedJon,

Sheryl

Please Pray

2006-09-10T01:06:00.000-07:00

Folks, basically there is an issue here on base that has the potential to be damaging to the Coalition Forces’ mission here in this country. Of course, there are issues like this that come and go every day here, but this is the first one of which I have knowledge and involvement. Please pray that God would intervene in this specific situation to thwart those who would seek to undermine justice, silence those who would discredit others who are working to bring freedom from tyranny and fear, or twist the intent, sacrifice and service of dedicated personnel to be less than it is or something else entirely. Additionally, pray for those in positions of authority as it relates to this situation, that they would act decisively—but with fairness and discernment, eschew politics and favoritism and consider the long term implications and repercussions of their decisions. And of course, please pray for peace and stability for this country and its people.

I understand that decisiveness becomes less possible as the number of variables involved in the risk assessment increase, but the earlier this situation is dealt with, the better. Thanks for your prayers.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Geese, Package, Plans...

2006-09-09T00:15:00.000-07:00

It’s been a while (about six months, I guess) since I featured the goslings on my blog. Well, those same goslings are all grown up (the 11 that made it out of ‘infancy’) and are living in one big happy gaggle in the same pond. I don’t know when geese parents become empty nesters, but apparently that time has not yet arrived.

I’d like to thank Rani, Kristin & Emma for the awesome package. The pre-unwrapped peanut butter cups made it just fine in liquid form, and are now in the fridge awaiting consumption. The sunflower seeds are already being put to good use, trail mix, candied cashews and peanuts, and a couple of boxes of my favorite toothpaste (Arm & Hammer baking soda with peroxide). I am so excited, really, to get the toothpaste—I’ve been using some other name brand readily available here that just doesn’t taste right. I’m really hooked on the Arm & Hammer stuff. I also received a snail mail postcard from Judy, and moto mails from John F. and my Dad. Thanks for taking time to write!

A question John F. asked in his moto mail might also be on some of your minds: “What are my plans after July, 2007?” I’ll list my options, as I see them, in order of preference (most preferred to least preferred): I am able to find a three year NON-DEPLOYABLE billet in the Active Corps at Camp Pendleton, and I am able to convince the command that ‘owns’ that billet that I am the man for the job; Sheryl is able to pursue her full time job aspirations, I stay in the Active Reserve (with the first right of refusal to any orders that come my way due to the more than 5 years I will have just completed on Involuntary Mobilization Orders) and become a stay-at-home Dad; there is some DoD contractor or company that manages DoD contracts in the Southern California area that needs my particular skill set, qualifications or credentials, and they hire me; I make a clean break with my recent past and pursue an opportunity in a totally different realm utilizing my English degree (writing, journalism, teaching). As you can see, my intent is to remain (with a minimum of travel) in the Southern California area for the foreseeable future, and stay engaged with the communities to which we are already committed.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Package Recieved!!

2006-09-06T10:56:00.000-07:00

Thank you so much to Matt, Brenda, Nicole and Meghan for the fun, practical and sustaining package I recieved today. From the coffee to the candy to the brass-colored metal kazoo, it was a blast to open. Brenda, I can only mourn with you that you had the misfortune to marry a natural Iron Butt, and having spent many hours screaming into my helmet in pain on a vibrating motorcycle seat, I can empathize with how 830 miles in one day must have felt like. That is 180 miles more than our longest day on the trip, which Greg and I only survived by downing copious amounts of Red Bull and sitting on an air cushion and a gel pad (respectively). Matt, in the meantime, neither imbibed stimulants nor superficially padded his derrier. However, I believe I could trash your record, I'll wait until winter time and take a run into the desert and back (specifically at a time when y'all in the Midwest can't ride, and will be drooling with envy that I'm on the bike at all).
Well, today is another day, and the work is stacking up faster than I can deal with it... Be that as it may, thank you all for your prayers, as I feel I am able to contribute meaningfully to some very important projects here.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Pinning Ceremony

2006-09-04T17:12:00.000-07:00

Here is a picture of Col. Devlin pinning on my new CWO5 rank. A great moment.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Getting Older...

2006-09-04T09:20:00.000-07:00

I went running again today, the normal three miles. I did not exercise (physically train, or PT) at all during the R&R evolution, so I’ve only been back at it for about a week or so. That three miles seemed to last forever today, hopefully the distance will become more manageable as time goes by. Getting old is, in most respects, no fun.
I’d like to thank Lauri “Lor” B. for the gift of a portable CD/DVD player, I’ve been able to use it several times already, and it has been a great addition to my ‘ways to unwind and banish thoughts of work’ tool kit.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Mail's Coming In

2006-09-03T00:15:00.000-07:00

Here I am, settling in for another six months in country, and I’m encouraged (before I can become discouraged) by a slew of letters (some snail mail, some moto mail). My brother Greg, cousin James, Ruth (from Rift), Judy L., Grandpa Baker, and Sheryl. I also discovered a couple moto mails, one from Sheryl and one from Sonny and Sandy, that had been delivered to my desk while I was on R&R, but were “hidden” in my vertical file. Thank you all so much for taking the time to write me.

We’re only three days into the month over here, but I’m already two days behind. Please pray for me, that I can work smart, work hard, and without a lot of interruption. To celebrate my promotion, I had a double scoop of butter pecan Baskin Robbins ice cream, with caramel sauce all over it. This also doubled as a Labor Day celebration. Now back to a more austere diet, and a regular exercise schedule—I gained 15 pounds in the first 6 months over here.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Promotion Remarks

2006-08-31T23:17:00.000-07:00

The promotion ceremony went well, posted below are my remarks (in full). I’ve been asked often (recently) how many CWO5’s are in the Marine Corps. As of July 2006, there were 81 Active Duty, 22 Reserve, and 3 Active Reserve CWO5s, for a total of 106.

“I’ve decided to read my remarks for the following reasons: First, I want to respect your time, and not waste it while I search for words or try to concoct my remarks as I go. Second, I’ll only get one shot at this—I may have an opportunity for some remarks when I retire, but as that date is potentially seventeen years away, I think I’ll go for it now.

Primarily, I want to thank the Triune God, who is my Lord, my Savior, and my Inspiration, for the following: my body health, my mind, my leaders and mentors, and my opportunities. None of these are factors over which I have choice, and I want to acknowledge God’s providence in each of these areas.

Twenty five years ago today, at the age of twenty, I enlisted in the Corps. I was never an athlete, never on a varsity team, but I have never missed a PFT, and never failed to achieve a 1^st class score. I’ve never fallen out of a run, dropped out of a hump, been unable to physically complete a mission. In all the training I’ve participated in, from Boot Camp to MSG school to the Airborne Paratrooper’s Course to SERE school, I’ve never sustained a debilitating illness or an injury. I have never paid a price for an aggressive decision while driving an automobile, for a reckless decision on a motorcycle, or been injured off-duty while skiing, hiking in the mountains, body surfing in a rip tide, or rappelling down a rock face. I thank God for His grace in this regard.

When I took the ASVAB at the AFEES Center (now called a MEPPS Center, I believe) a quarter of a century ago, I had no idea the impact it would have on my career. Time and again, throughout my career, I have had to rely on my mind, the ability to recall experiences, retain information, and apply knowledge with wisdom. I have never failed to qualify academically or to achieve some required test score to participate in any program that has presented itself, and have never fallen below the minimum standards for graduation in any course during my time in the Marine Corps. OK, the one exception was the Army Radio Code Examination, in which my failure was extremely fortuitous. My ability to adequately overcome tests of the mind applies to formal and MOS schools, MCI courses, college courses, extension courses, distance learning programs, and aptitude battery tests. Whether standing final inspection in Boot Camp, meritorious promotion boards, problem solving in the field as a platoon sergeant, conducting performance evaluation counseling for those Marines with whom I serve, I have relied on my mental capacity to pull me through, and I thank God that my mind has always been equal to the task.

The statement that “you cannot pick with whom you serve” has certainly been true during the whole of my career—I have had no choice over who my commander was, who my senior SNCO was, who my platoon Sgt. was, or who my associates were. Leaders and mentors such as former Marine John Tomlinson, who provided the initial desire to join the Corps; Pastor Rick Hawks; Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Pare, Platoon 3109; the Reverend William Mangrum; Gunnery Sergeant Burns at Marine Security Guard School; SSgt. Doherty, now a Marine Gunner, one of my MSG Det Commanders; CWO5 Ed Moroney and Master Gunnery Sergeant George Noteman of Marine Counterintelligence; Colonel Burkhart, whom I’ve known since I was a warrant and he was a Captain; Colonel Rick Gittings; Colonel Irish Egan; and Colonel Devlin, the I MEF G2. The progression of professional and highly competent people that contributed positively to the formation of my own character is almost as endless as the number of lessons learned I’ve experienced—and unfortunately mostly forgotten—over the past decades. Equally important are the Marines who were and are my peers, hundreds of Marines who have contributed to my life and added something of value to who I am today. Every single personal award or decoration I am today authorized to wear on my uniform was, without exception, the result of a team effort. My rifle and pistol badges I received due to superb coaching on the range. Other decorations I’ve received for accomplishing some mission that would have not have been possible without many other dedicated Marines performing their assigned tasks day after day in a superlative manner. I thank God for placing each one of these individuals in my life.

I’ve been afforded so many opportunities in life that I must constantly guard against failing to recognize them as such or take them for granted. Being born in the United States, often called “the Land of opportunity,” has been without a doubt the most determining factor of my life. As opportunity relates to my Marine Corps career, I enlisted under an open contract, have never contacted my monitor, MOS OccField sponsor, or MOS Billet Manager. That being said, I have never received orders that I was inclined to reject, I’ve never been sent any place where I did not have a positive experience (and that includes Pohang, Korea, Camp Wilson at Twenty Nine Palms, or here at Camp Fallujah), and I’ve been sent places on orders where some of the most positive and memorable experiences in my life have taken place. Places like Camp Johnson at Camp LeJeune for Supply School, Iwakuni and Okinawa Japan in 1982, Camp Pendleton in 1983, Freetown Sierra Leone and Monrovia Liberia in 1985, Jakarta Indonesia, Bangkok Thailand and Dhaka Bangladesh in 1987, Quantico Virginia and Washington DC in 1988, Ft. Benning Georgia in 1991, and Miramar California in 1992. I am deeply grateful to God for each of these opportunities.

I’d like to thank my Mom and Dad and my sister and brothers. They formed my character, and were the major factors in how I developed, matured, and attained adulthood. I’d also like to thank my wife Sheryl. It takes a special kind of woman to marry, and stay married, to a Marine. I won’t expound upon my relational shortcomings, but suffice it to say that each is significant and there a many of them. I’m thankful for my son Joshua, 6 years old, who chooses to joyously love me, regardless.

All these things I am thankful for, they are the result of God’s grace and provision in my life. Of course, there are things in my life that, due to freedom (which is also a gift) I can control. I have made many choices in life, and these choices have also contributed to my promotion today. While standing on the yellow footprints at MCRD, I was told that the following three things would insure success as a Marine: perform every task to the best of my ability; complete every assignment as quickly as possible; and approach every mission with a positive attitude. Every day, to this day, I’m still trying to accomplish these Big Three things. I developed three additional goals for myself (while in Boot Camp): the first was to be meritoriously promoted, the second was to run a maximum score Physical Fitness Test, and the third was to achieve the rank of Sergeant of Marines. I chose to pursue these goals, and achieved all of them. In achieving them, however, I discovered very little fulfillment or accomplishment—not to mention recognition or acknowledgment from my peers—beyond that which I experienced in daily accomplishing the Big Three. Hence, I have done all that I have done for the last twenty years in the Corps with the same three simple goals I was charged with on my first night in the Marine Corps.

Often quoted along with the statement that “you cannot pick with whom you serve” are the lines “you cannot pick the mission which that you are assigned to accomplish” and “you cannot pick the location where you must serve.” All three of these statements have been argued by our Air Force brethren, but most Marines accept them as universally true. I am no exception. But having chosen to enlist in the Marine Corps, vice spend my life in any other profession, and having trusted God to direct my life as He will, the unknown factors contained in these three statements are no longer significant. I will be serving with Marines. I will be accomplishing a Marine Corps mission. I will be where the Marine Corps wants me to be. I wake up every day, frankly, pleasantly surprised that I’m a member of the most select and elite band of warriors the world has ever known. I count it a privilege, every day, to wear this uniform, and I know that in wearing it, I must assume certain responsibilities. I know that I must stand for honor, courage and commitment. I am proud to take my place beside all Marines, past and present, but am careful to guard against pride in myself, vanity in what I may have done, and expectations regarding entitlements that should be mine in the future.

I’ll end my remarks with a Biblical admonishment that has been foremost in my mind for the extent of my career. 2^nd Timothy 2 verses 1-4 say, “Be strong with the special favor God gives you in Christ Jesus. Your have heard me teach many things that have been confirmed by many reliable witnesses. Teach these great truths to trustworthy people who are able to pass them on to others. Endure suffering along with me, as a warrior of Christ Jesus. And as Christ’s warrior, do not let yourself become tied up in the affairs of this life, for then you cannot satisfy the One who has enlisted you in His service.””

Semper Fi, Jon G.

More Blessing

2006-08-30T23:19:00.000-07:00

Tuesday I received a package from some folks I’ve never met, the Cook family of Ladera Ranch. Included was a card in which they expressed their support of Service personnel, a pre-paid phone card, some healthy snacks, and a magazine. They explained they had heard about me from the San Jan Seniors (who have ‘adopted’ our family as a means of supporting the military). It is such a blessing to be supported and prayed for by so many people from such a plethora of places, and it is very humbling to me to experience the richness of God’s providence.

Tomorrow (Friday) will be a long day for Sheryl and Joshua, as they travel by bus and train back from Yosemite. Please pray for them, that they would have strength and patience with each other (their day will likely start before 0700 and they will not get in at the San Jan station until almost midnight), that they would have a safe trip, that they would make all their connections, and arrive on time.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Missing Email Addresses

2006-08-30T01:52:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Lina, Aunt Lori, Joe, and younger bro Greg for Motomails that I received yesterday. All of you are family, and normally I could respond with emails, but due to the wiping of my hard drive (I still haven’t received ‘my’ computer back yet) upon return from R&R, I do not have your email addresses here. Sheryl will get them to me, but she will not have email access (she and Joshua are at Yosemite) until Friday. Anyway, I want to thank you for thinking of me, it is always VERY encouraging to receive mail.

For the next month, I’ll be assuming some additional responsibilities for another Marine who is taking his R&R. What comes around goes around, I guess—he accomplished a lot of work for me while I was gone, now it’s time for me to reciprocate. His job is fiscally related, and the FY ends September 30th, so this particular month is a crucial month for me to stand in for him… Fun, Fun, Fun. And I don’t even record checks in my personal check register without multiple promptings from Sheryl. This is another item for your JarHedJon prayer list. I am encouraged every day when I recall how I am loved, supported, encouraged, and prayed for.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

It Takes a While

2006-08-28T22:31:00.000-07:00

Getting back into the thick of things over here does not happen overnight. I’m still getting re-acclimatized to the temperatures. I’m still working at getting ‘back in shape’ following my two weeks of relaxing R&R. I’m still getting out from under the back-log of work that piled up while I was gone.

On the plus side, I’m over the low-grade cold/flu crud I picked up when I got back. I’m almost fully recovered from ‘jet lag,’ my body clock has readjusted to my schedule here. And my new Freedom press Starbucks coffee cup is working out great (thanks so much, Steve, Sandi, Elena, Emma & Evan).

At my promotion ceremony on Friday, I’ll probably have the opportunity to make a few remarks. Pray for me as I prepare for this, that I could clearly and concisely give God the glory.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Promotion

2006-08-27T08:41:00.000-07:00

My promotion to CWO5 has been confirmed by MARADMIN for Friday, 01 September 2006. The ceremony will begin at 0830, and my rank will be conferred by the I MEF G2 (barring any schedule conflicts). I'm kind of getting a little excited about it. I've been a CWO4 for six years now, which is by far the longest period of time I've spent at any one rank (though it is expected to spend longer at each successive rank).

I'm struggling with a low-grade cold and flu symptoms, and probably some dust allergies (I've been sneezing a lot)--today was about 117 degrees and very dusty. Not windy, just fine particles of dust in the air, sort of similar to the marine (the only use of this word that is not capitalized) layer on the California coast, only silt instead of moisture. The slightly amber haze seems to trap in the heat, though that's probably more perception than fact. All that being true, I spend most of my day indoors, where I am slowly getting a handle on how much work has piled up while I've been gone...

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Back in the Groove

2006-08-25T18:30:00.000-07:00

I've been back in country now a little over 24 hours, and jet lag has messed me up a little. However, I'm almost back in sync, only about 3 hours off the mark, which isn't bad considering the 11 hour time zone difference. I've managed to take care of over half of the business emails waiting for me, and need to start getting caught up on almost a month's worth of work. Additionally, while I was gone my NIPR (unclassified) email account was deleted, so it will take me some time to re-acquire email addresses, and of course all my saved messages are forever gone. I would have backed these files up to some shared location, but we simply don't have the space/capacity here for that, and knew there was a risk of this happenning.

It is hotter than I remembered, and my two weeks or so away from the heat has left me partially un-acclimatized--hopefully this will not be a factor for very long. I've got a "new" boss, and it does not appear that my job will be changing very much, though some of his direction will undoubtedly be different than his predecessor. We've got a very busy time (operationally) coming up, so I expect things will be pretty hectic for the next month or so. I'll try and keep you all informed as often as possible.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

I'm Back--Pray for Joshua

2006-08-24T16:40:00.000-07:00

First, I should 're-open' my postings by assuring everyone that I had a great time at home. Sheryl has posted a few entries on her blog related to my R&R, if you want to follow the link to her blog under the 'links' section on the left.
I'm back, and about two days ealier than I expected. Travel to Theatre was about the minimum that could be expected, I left Orange County at 0730 on the 22nd, and arrived back on Post about 0230 on the 25th. I was able to call Sheryl twice on the way, connecting with her once, and leaving a messsage the 2nd time.
Sheryl informed me that Joshua is very angry at me for walking out of his life (again), and I can't blame him for that. However, please pray that Joshua will be able to process my leaving and continued absence in a way that is healthy, strengthens us as a family, and allows him to 'move on.' I find it very difficult to make sense of why I'm here sometimes--not operationally, of course, but based on my personal priorities. If it's confusing (and painful) for me sometimes, I know it must be signigicantly more so, and of greater impact, to Joshua and his perception of things. Thank for your support in this.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Home at last

2006-08-06T19:32:00.000-07:00

Almost home

2006-08-04T21:39:00.000-07:00

Jon called Friday evening. He'll be headed for the US in the next 12 hours. Then he has about 5 hours in DFW being processed, etc. We are expecting him to arrive in Orange County mid-afternoon Sunday. Yeah!!!! It is good to finally have an idea of when he'll be getting here.

Joshua and I both have full days planned for Saturday and Sunday we'll have church before our airport run, so hopefully we won't go crazy waiting for his arrival. We also know that he won't be leaving until Tuesday morning, August 22. So we get 2 full weeks.

Next posting will probably be -- He's Home! :)

Sheryl

Headed Home for R&R

2006-08-03T21:35:00.000-07:00

Jon sent this message to me this evening and so I thought I'd update y'all. Sheryl

Well, things are going according to schedule. The place where I am now (still in country) has an internet cafe, which is how I can send this message.
The travel is much the same as it was when I arrived, but the transient tents have improved somewhat in quality, and so have the services available to transients--and the facilities in which those services are performed. The chowhalls are nicer, better protected, the tents are being replaced with better tents (almost semi-permanent structures, really), the AC units are plentiful enough to allow sleep (most of the time, when there isn't a power outage or something), though sleep is always a drag with people coming and going all night, all day, crowded shower facilities, etc.. However, I'm not complaining--as I said, things are getting better, and lots of folks out here (including the majority of the citizens of this country) don't even have these basics.

Semper Fi,
Jon

My Month

2006-07-29T11:06:00.000-07:00

This has really been my month. It didn’t seem like it at first, and I appreciate all the prayer on my behalf. A lot of seemingly difficult things have happened; God has blessed me as a result. The first thing was the confusion with my orders, which resulted in uncertainty regarding my R&R trip and discouragement regarding my ability to fulfill my commitment to the MEF. This has been all worked out, and pending a few ‘chores’ that need to be done during the month of August, the situation is resolved.

The next thing was my upcoming promotion. I was the #2 officer selected of a total of 3 CWO4’s (Other Than Active Reserve category, or OTAR) for promotion during FY07. The #1 officer was promoted on 01 May. The promotion message announcing the projected September promotions listed the #3 selected officer for promotion. Well, I was somewhat disturbed by this announcement, so contacted the Promotion Branch at HQMC. They informed me that I would be promoted 01 September. I don’t know about the promotion for the #3 gentleman, I sincerely hope he gets promoted as planned—but I’m pretty jazzed that I’ll be promoted somewhat earlier than ‘necessary’ (promotions need not be effected until September 31^st of the FY in question, in this case a date more than a year after what should be my actual promotion date). The September 1^st date has not yet been officially confirmed in MFR format, and things can change, but I have the word of the Promotion Branch…

Additionally, I received (today) a very thoughtful package from Susan & Joe, thanks guys. So thoughtful of you to pack the chocolate unwrapped in a separate Tupperware container so that when it melted (which it did) I could still enjoy it. The paperbacks that were favorites of your Dad’s, Susan, were a meaningful gift, and I’m looking forward to enjoying them.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Another Project

2006-07-25T10:17:00.000-07:00

I’m deep into another project, and my ability to post to the blog for the next couple of days is practically nil. I could sort of see this coming, but hoped it would not be as bad as all that—though in actuality, it is a little badder than I thought.

I feel like I went a little ‘overboard’ with my last blog, and I know there are some ‘fallacies of logic’ inherent in my aligning whole great categories of people with criminals, terrorists, and insurgents. However, acknowledging the positional shortcomings is one thing—separating myself from taking ownership for what is already a considerable investment on my part and on the part of our nation is another. Hopefully y’all can understand that, and if you happen to believe differently, I trust you won’t take offense.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Orders Resolved

2006-07-22T00:11:00.000-07:00

I’d like to thank everyone for your prayers regarding my orders, the situation has been resolved. One report, in fact, said there was not really a problem at all, just a communication difficulty between chains of command. Whatever the origin of the ‘problem’ and whatever the methods utilized to ‘resolve’ it, I am back on track. My upcoming R&R trip has been approved, and I am also going to be able to fulfill my commitment to complete my tour of duty and adequately turn my responsibilities in person over to ‘the new guy.’

Just a word on the ‘Exit Strategy.’ The enemies of democracy in the Middle East, the criminals, insurgents, and terrorists have been passing the word to anyone who would listen that the Coalition Forces, particularly the US, will never leave. They say we are here as an army of occupation. They say we are here due to our Satanist Imperialistic ploys. They say we are trying to control economic and natural resources that are outside of our sovereignty. Unfortunately, these lies have been believed, repeated, and presented as policy by most of the news media the world over. The result is that not only does the average person in this part of the world hear this from those inciting terrorism, insurgency, and civil war, they see it on TV, hear about it on the radio, and read about it newspapers. The reality, that the stated goal of coalition forces has always been REGIME CHANGE, is almost completely lost in the propaganda fueled by the terrorist agenda. REGIME REMOVAL is the easy part (relatively speaking); rebuilding a political, civil, and military structure from the grass-roots up to the halls of power in a way that empowers people that have long been disenfranchised and gives them ownership of a totally new way of living is something that is NOT easy. We are leaving, make no mistake about it. Our only strategy IS an exit strategy, and always has been. However, an early exit would be dishonorable and counter to the stated policy of regime change, as the vulnerability and fragility of a partially functioning government (nationally, provincially, county and city wide) cannot withstand the concerted efforts of criminals, insurgents, and terrorists to disrupt it. Those who publicly cry that we are not leaving (forever mired), along with those who publicly cry for our immediate withdrawal (prior to the ability of the newly installed government to secure the protection, rights and freedoms of its people) are actually aiding criminals, insurgents, and terrorists. Please don’t be one of those people who join the GWOT on the OTHER side.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Back Safely

2006-07-20T11:21:00.000-07:00

I arrived back safely last night from a three night trip I’ve been on. Thank you for your prayers for me, everything went more smoothly than I had hoped. Traveling in military aircraft probably deserves some explanation for those of you who have never had the opportunity: ear plugs are required, as there is no sound insulation anywhere on any of the aircraft. Engine noise is extremely loud, and can damage your hearing in less than a minute without adequate hearing protection. Because there is no insulation on the aircraft, there is nothing ‘hiding’ all the cables, hydraulic lines, control wires, wiring harnesses, framing members and so forth—all of that is immediately visible as you enter the aircraft. For seating, there are canvas benches that fold down from the wall of the aircraft, sort of like super long cots with no cross-members at either end, and these are “backed” by nylon open mesh webbing/strapping which you can lean against. Some people find this fairly comfortable, but I am not one of those people. As a final note, many military aircraft (there are a few rotary wing models particularly noted for this tendency) leak hydraulic fluid, which splashes onto your clothes, luggage, etc. sort of at random—not to mention coating the canvas seat you’re sitting on, increasing the unpleasantness already assailing your backside through the vibration transmitted through the canvas ‘benches.’ I can remember watching movies of military units in transport situations thinking that it was probably pretty “cool” to travel that way, but the actual experience is hardly glamorous. None of these comments reflect negatively on the pilots and crew of these aircraft, who are extremely professional and always go the extra mile to ensure guys like me, who don’t know what we’re doing (like how to get the seatbelts to fit over all our gear, etc) and don’t know the procedure (like how to egress the particular aircraft in the proper method at the proper time) still have a safe and as enjoyable a trip as possible.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Uncertain future

2006-07-15T01:09:00.000-07:00

Of course, the future is always uncertain. In fact, ‘uncertain’ is just a very kind way of saying “absolutely beyond the scope of our ability to control or predict outside of divine revelation.” Rather than tell a 2^nd hand story here, I’m talking about my own future. What was expected to be a routine extension of my orders that would allow me to serve well into 2007 has turned out to be not so routine. There are at least two opposed schools of thought regarding my orders, and though I have my own opinions about who is interpreting the situation ‘correctly,’ the ‘school’ that is rejecting the continuation of my orders has the upper hand. At stake is a two week R&R trip that I was going to take shortly to spend some time with Sheryl and Joshua—a trip I do not ‘rate’ if I am prevented from serving a full tour in theatre. As it stands, the R&R trip is canceled, my orders will end prior to the completion of my tour, and continued Active service beyond the end of those orders is in doubt.

I believe that the Marine Corps is God’s instrument for directing my future, not vice versa, and there are pros and cons to either situation. Since I cannot ‘see’ the future, it is difficult for me to ‘champion’ either position, as for me comparing the advantages and disadvantages of the options is like comparing apples and oranges (as opposed to comparing apples with apples). Please pray for the ability to take full ownership and to be ‘fully invested’ in the directives, laws (we’re talking Title 10 United States Code, here) and orders that ultimately resolve this situation.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Right to Choose

2006-07-14T00:48:00.000-07:00

A Marine team was involved in providing a service to the residents of a township here, and their activity had been fully coordinated with city officials. The service the Marines provided necessitated interaction, on a personal level, with a large percentage of the township’s population. One of the Marines on the team was female junior NCO (often referred to as a Woman Marine—WM—by other Marines, though only when gender is relevant to the reference). Over the several days during which the Marines worked in the town, the WM averaged six marriage proposals a day from various residents. These proposals came from men of wide ranging income and status, and ranging in age from 18 to 60. The best dowry offer was, if I remember correctly, a steer (OK, a bull, I guess steers are only in Texas) and a few goats.

Here’s the way the average encounter happened: the interested man would approach the eldest/senior ranking male in the Marine team, and indicate his interest in marriage to the WM (whom he had as yet never spoken to, discovered her name, or ANY information about her). Instead of acting as the head of a household and negotiating the bride price for the WM, as would be expected of the eldest male in what was obviously a social/cultural ‘community’ by construct, the Marine leader would explain that the WM was fully capable of making her own decision in this regard, in fact it would not only be improper but illegal for him to negotiate anything on the WM’s behalf, as she had the same right to autonomous decision making within the bounds of the law as pertaining to her own life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as the Marine leader himself did. Many of the would-be husbands, faced with the obstacle of conducting business (determining the bride price) with a woman, particularly the very woman that was the object of the business, were deterred. Many others, however, approached the WM, and very carefully extolled the many benefits that would result from her accepting the position of first, second, or third wife in the would-be husband’s household.

I would argue that the extent to which Coalition Forces are ‘victorious’ in the Global War on Terror has as much to do with the attitudes, perceptions, and values that accompany the views with which all concerned parties view each other as a result of GWOT interaction, as it does with the price of oil, international politics or universal commerce.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

2nd Hand Stories

2006-07-12T01:40:00.000-07:00

I’m aware that there is an interest, on the part of practically everyone, for more information, a closer look, a personal story, the ground truth, anecdotes, paradigms, reality, first person accounts, anything that would shed more light on what exactly we’re doing in the Global War on Terror. What impact are we having, what are our short term and long term goals, and how are we doing on accomplishing those goals? What are the criteria that need to be considered in a valid risk versus gain analysis of our continued involvement in different arenas? To what ends should we be willing to go to accomplish political objectives, and how forgiving will national and international opinion be of an administration that acts to neutralize a danger which can reasonably be identified as posing a clear and present danger to the United States of America, its people, or their way of life?

I’d be happy to provide my view, but my experiential interaction with any of the variables that would contribute to meaningful evaluation, appraisal, or even (valid) opinion is limited to the point of being non-contributory. I’m aware that the average resident in the US is exposed to more information in a twenty four hour period as to what is going on in GWOT than I am exposed to in a week—what is suspect is the source of that information, the motivation of those providing the information, the realization that whatever information is actually communicated is only a fraction of the information available on the subject (so what information am I NOT hearing regarding this event), the agenda of the organization providing the salary of the person gathering the ‘information,’ etc. What I can do, however, is relate experiences as they are related to me by the individuals that participated in specific events, and report what THEIR experience was (in as much as their experience can be verbally communicated). I don’t hear very many of these accounts, as I’m necessarily chained to my computer with my headphones on and oblivious to my surroundings while I work in a vacuum on what is, despite its isolation from operations, an essential series of products. However, I do hear a few ‘stories,’ and those that can be told in this medium, I will attempt to do so.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

A Snail's Pace

2006-07-11T04:30:00.000-07:00

I received eight Moto-Mails yesterday, and one snail mail. I would like to thank (in the order in which they wrote me, by date) Lina (who wrote 2), Sonny & Sandy, Ruth M., Roy & Linda, Brad (the Dutchman), Cory & Co., and cousin James for the Moto-Mails, and Judy for the snail mail card (things you DON’T want to hear while getting a tattoo—very funny). The Moto-Mails, though they were printed (as near as I can tell) at the post office on base within twenty four hours of when you each wrote them, took an average (for seven of the eight Moto-Mails) of over thirty days to get to me from the post office. Now, I figure (being very generous and allowing for the most circuitous route) that it is about half a mile from the post office to here. There have been no ‘Acts of God’ here (like tornados, floods, hurricanes, monsoons, tsunamis, avalanches, earthquakes, lightning strikes, or volcano eruptions) to significantly interrupt the activities of the mail carriers, and I figure a SNAIL could actually make it from the post office to my shop in less than thirty days. Judy’s so-called snail mail card made it here from the other side of the world in 7 days, and it had the same address on it. I’m going to make a few inquiries, it may be possible (but I doubt it) to discover what the hold up is/was. If I find out what the problem was, I’ll definitely let you know.

This brings up the absence of any recent Moto-Mails from Nicole—who I assume has been diligently typing me witty voluminous texts, but I just haven’t been getting them. When I catch the guilty postal worker with the sack of all MY mail, the meaning of “Reckoning Day” will be fully revealed.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Limited Posts

2006-07-10T00:57:00.000-07:00

The restrictions on internet use here are finally coming to bear on my ability to post to this blog. I can still post via email, but due to the ‘automatically inserted’ materials management statements, I am usually able post, then access the blog and remove the additions. I also have to access the blog online to post a picture to an entry. The BLUF is that my posts my be a little less regular from here on out, and may include statements at the end and the beginning pertaining to the classification of the contents of my emails. I ask that you bear with me in this.

There has apparently been some complications with my orders, significant enough that the complications may disrupt my plans for an upcoming two week trip home and frustrate my ability to conclude my time here in a way that would provide meaning to my substantial investment of effort. Please pray that these complications would not frustrate either our plans or my ability to complete the assigned tasks here. Thanks again for your support.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

More Adventures

2006-07-07T00:43:00.000-07:00

Joshua and Sheryl continue in their travels. Below is an excerpt from Wednesday’s account (from Minnesota), and another from Thursday’s account (from Detroit), both from Sheryl’s emails:

“Today was another gorgeous day here in Lanesboro... (Got) into town around 11:00… we played in the park… went for lunch… Joshua and I quick changed into our suits and headed to the river… When we got home I set (Joshua) up to read his Spanish books and write in his journal… We set Joshua up with March of the Penguins -- his first movie or TV this whole trip. After the movie, he wrote a quick post card to you, a thank you card to Ann and then sparklers. I got some pictures and a little video. We caught a few fireflies and then headed to bed.”

“We arrived safe and sound… the flight to Detroit went fine. Joshua dozed off for about 15 minutes on the drive (from the airport) and so that might be partly why he isn't ready for bed yet -- 10:00 p.m. Joshua hit it off with (his cousins) right away… It is good to see him just having fun. They bounced on the trampoline for at least half an hour tonight before bed time. Joshua has a cough that just developed last night. He is complaining about that right now too, so please pray that he isn't getting sick.”

Semper Fi, Jon G.

News from Sheryl

2006-07-04T22:36:00.000-07:00

While Sheryl and Joshua are traveling and on vacation, Sheryl has asked me to post a few updates to my blog (as she does not have access to her blog) regarding their adventures. The below is from an email I received on the 3rd from Bob & Anne's place in Minnesota:

"Kimberly took Joshua and I on the bike trail. We rode a short bit on the road to the bike trail and then 3 1/2 miles into town. It is a great ride and today was cool -- overcast -- but the path is often in shade due to many trees. Joshua had one fall when we were crossing the road -- which is gravel -- and he fell. He cried a bit, although it barely broke the skin. I think he was just frustrated. But otherwise he was a great rider and even made it up a couple long hills without help. After lunch, I suggested finding the tubes and floating down the river. He was so excited. When we first stepped into the river Joshua got scared and said, "I don't want to do this." But I was able to ease him in and we held hands through the first few rapids. Then at one point we lost hold, he got scared and because he was kind of sitting on the edge of his tube instead of down in it, he fell out. I couldn't reach him, but he had sandals on, pushed off the bottom and grabbed his tube. I don't even think his head went under. He was brave … We ended up floating down 3 times. He wanted a 4th, but I said we could come tomorrow or the next day. Tomorrow there is a 4th of July parade in a local town and Ann said they throw candy to the kids who are watching the parade -- I'm sure that will be a BIG hit with Joshua. I haven't mentioned the candy to him. Tonight we're having home-made strawberry ice cream J”

As you can see, they’re having a lot of fun! By the way, happy 4^th of July to everyone, we had a short ceremony here in which the FaBQ (now only a quartet, as we’re short a French Horn) played three numbers.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

No More Flies

2006-07-04T01:19:00.000-07:00

Yesterday a co-worker said, “Hey, you know what? The flies are gone!” He’s right. After his statement, I realized that it has been about a week since I’ve been pestered by a fly. When I first arrived in country, the flies were ‘fairly pesky’, building to a ‘constantly pesky’ peak about the middle of May, and then they just pretty much disappeared. One of the standard adornments of every building I’ve been in here are strips of fly paper, tacked up in just about every room. Some of them have been up long enough to be fully layered on both sides, monuments to either the stupidity of flies or the brilliance of some Egyptian vector control guy who worked for the Pharoh way back when (probably a combination, as flies don’t even have a brain, per se, and humans are as yet the only species known to be capable of original rational thought). I personally feel the fly paper should be replaced when (due to the accumulation of dead flies) it reaches the consistency of black velvet on both sides, as by that time it is no longer effective. However, there are those whose antagonism towards the fly goes beyond practicality to the point of gloating and vulgar posturing (all of which is lost on the flies, I’m sure), who leave these macabre strips of fly-coated paper up interminably. I am satisfied enough when I am able to nail one or two a day at my workstation with the community fly swatter. And for those who have encountered the famous Black Fly in Minnesota (which I, fortunately, have NOT), these flies here are of the harmless non-biting housefly variety, not really worth an emotional investment one way or the other. Bottom line, I’m glad they’re gone.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Aunt Lori 'gets thru'

2006-07-03T01:19:00.000-07:00

It has been reported to me that my Aunt Lori has been trying to post comments to this blog, but has fallen afoul of the trons. She has also tried to send me Moto Mails, but continues to have trouble trying to establish her account. Aunt Lori, I appreciate all your prayers for me, and know you are doing all you can do to support me. That is as much as, or more, than I expect of anyone. THEN, in the mail yesterday, I received a tin of two flavors of specialty popcorn, and two ADDITIONAL tins of Mrs. Fields world famous cookies! It is such an indescribable feeling, being cared for in such tangible ways by people on the other side of the world. It is overwhelming that in the midst of all that is going on in your lives, you specifically think of me, and contemplate ways to encourage me, and then expend valuable time and hard earned wages to put those plans into action. I am very humbled every time I am ‘touched’ by your care, but extremely encouraged. Thank you so much.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Blessed (continually)

2006-07-02T00:38:00.000-07:00

I received a care package the other day, from Sonny and Sandy. What a treat! You are so creative in what you send, not only the specific ‘standard’ items I’ve requested (like Nutter Butters), but also specially selected Beef Jerky flavors, special oatmeal energy bars, chocolate-peanut-butter snacks, and specialty trail mixes. I think I am managing to stay in shape, despite the abundant supply of non-DFAC food supplies, and it is SO much more enjoyable this way. Thank you so much for thinking of me and ‘caring’ for me.

It looks like I may be doing some in-country travel. I agree with my boss that though the scheduled travel will have a definite negative impact on my mission accomplishment in the short term, it has the potential to have a positive (possibly a decisive) impact on long term success (in a very limited aspect) throughout the AO. I’ll keep you posted, as much as is possible and prudent, and in the meantime, would appreciate your prayers in this regard.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Fixed

2006-07-01T00:47:00.000-07:00

That’s what happened to the geese—there were too many goslings being created for the flora and fauna of the camp to support, so we ‘fixed’ the geese so we wouldn’t have that problem… Just kidding, the geese are fine. What I fixed were my headphones. I purchased some noise limiting Mickey Mouse-type headphones (using a gift certificate from my sister-in-law, thanks Sandy) knowing that music would be a tremendous way to make my long hours at the computer more livable. They worked great on the trip over (for watching movies and listening to music on the airplane, and for ‘white noise’ to doze in the airplane seat), but after about a month over here the piece that holds one of the swiveling ear-pieces (for a comfort fit to any head) snapped. I duct taped it together, and it held for awhile, and then the head band itself (made of plastic and steel) broke in two. Again, more duct tape solved the problem. Finally (I’m not hard on equipment, really, I think it must be the dryness in the air or something, and I’ve got a small head, not like I’m straining the head band to its limit or anything) the tensioned hinge at the apex of the headband broke, and duct tape could not fix that adequately.

On a ‘hike’ out to the S4 shop (that’s supply and logistics) the other day I saw some one inch steel banding material lying around (it was about a one foot length that had been cut off after banding a pallet, not like I was stealing anything). I disassembled the mounting points on each headphone, and using the wire from a coat hanger and the flat steel banding material was able to fabricate a passable headband. I tensioned it just right, was able to adapt it to my head, but the problem was it was not that comfortable. I picked up some of that air-bubble plastic packing material, made a little pad under the headpiece, and wrapped it in a bandanna (so the plastic doesn’t make my head sweat). Hey, it may not look beautiful, but I’m back in business—and I’ve got another 7 months here, which would be a whole lot less endurable without music. Plus, you could practically drive over these things with a HMMWV now and they’d still work.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

OK, it was Divine

2006-06-30T00:06:00.000-07:00

I transported the now-solidified concoction the ¼ mile or so to my room, where it was placed back in the refrigerator. A couple nights later (the anticipation was killing us) I broke out my knife and cut a row of about one and a half inch square pieces. My room mate and I cleaned up the row with amazing alacrity, addicted would be putting it mildly. We decided that, for the sake of our own health, we’d have to share the delight with others. I took the TTC (with its contents) back to work, informed those who had seen me ‘making’ them that they were welcome to partake, and we had a regular flow of ‘visitors’ until the TTC was clean. EVERYONE was VERY impressed with the taste. My own opinion is that the peanut butter cups in brownie form actually tasted better than the original. Don’t know how that could be, but my opinion was echoed by the majority of those (15 or so) Marines who had a piece.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Enter the Sun

2006-06-29T00:48:00.000-07:00

Since the sun caused this problem, I figured, why not let the sun provide a solution? It takes two hours for the sun to warm water for sun tea from room temperature to the point where it is so hot that your fingers will literally be scalded squeezing the water out of the teabags before refrigerating the tea. So—into the sun went the two ‘buckets’ of solidified mixture of chocolate, peanut butter and wax paper. Two hours later, I was out there with a pair of pliers, carefully withdrawing every wrapper from the transmogrified (I could have used the word ‘transubstantiated,’ but as that has a specific religious connotation, refrained from doing so) substance, meticulously scraping ALL of the chocolate and peanut butter off both sides of each wrapper, and discarding it. Having accomplished this for all the wrappers in both ‘buckets,’ I then poured the contents of each ‘bucket’ (thoroughly scraping every last bit from the sides) into a Tupperware-type container (TTC). This process took some time, of course, and attracted some attention—it’s not every day one sees a Marine officer standing out in the 115 degree heat for forty five minutes mucking about with buckets of liquefied brown goo (LBG)—and within a very short time I had no shortage of companions willing to participate in the consumption of (but not that interested in the production of) the finished product.

Once the LBG was evenly distributed in the TTC, the lid was applied, the contents properly sealed, and the TTC was placed in a refrigerator (under twenty four hour guard, of course).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Solid Messy Mass

2006-06-27T23:20:00.000-07:00

Not being an optimist is problematic at times like this, for the tendency to despair can preempt hope. However, the side of me that wanted peanut butter and chocolate was stronger than the side of me that wanted to chuck the ‘buckets’ away in frustration. Logic and reason argued strongly that the congealed mass of mixed up melted chocolate, peanut butter nuggets and little brown wax-paper cups, now solidified at room temperature, would be nigh impossible to eat without ingesting an unsatisfactory and unsavory amount of wax paper. Additionally, the prospect of the mess (all over my hands, all over my face, and who knows where else) was not appealing.

However, the memory of how those peanut butter cups tasted had been etched into my brain housing group almost at the top of my internal list of most savory tastes. I could not just accept the fact that I could not eat them. I would at least have to open the ‘buckets,’ survey the situation, and allow my unsatisfied desires—augmented by the smell of the freshly opened container of peanut putter cups—to offer a solution.

So, I opened the buckets, and this is what I saw. It looked pretty hopeless, but not TOTALLY hopeless. An idea was forming in the dark recesses of my chocolate-loving consciousness. Like the chair saga, this has a happy ending—but like the chair saga, you’ll have to endure a few more ‘chapters.’

Semper Fi, Jon G.

It Started With...

2006-06-27T01:14:00.000-07:00

The “It” I am talking about here are Trader Joe’s Peanut Butter Cups. I had received a ‘bucket’ of these peanut butter cups from Rani & Kristin back in the spring (when temperatures were a little lower on the Fahrenheit scale). Inside the ‘bucket’ are a slew of peanut butter cups, each in a brown wax paper mini-cup-cake type wrapper. My room mate here (a Navy Commander) and I agreed they were the best peanut butter cups, hands down, that we had EVER tasted (no offense to the other manufacturers, who do their best, I’m sure—and after all is said and done, I’ve never encountered a peanut butter cup that was not an extreme delight to my palate. We’re talking degrees of excellence, here).

So, imagine our delight when we discovered, in ANOTHER package sent our way by Rani and Kristin (you guys are very generous, thanks for pampering us), not one but TWO of these delicious ‘buckets.’ Ah, but our enthusiasm was somewhat dampened by a closer inspection of the ‘buckets’—the contents seemed to have been liquefied by the heat. Below is a picture of the objects of our consideration, perhaps you can understand our concern. It was this specific study of these specific items that resulted in the earlier post to this blog, “Sad Moratorium.”

Semper Fi, Jon G.

VTC

2006-06-26T03:41:00.000-07:00

Before I dive into the main topic of this posting, I want to thank Uncle Ron & Aunt Marcia for their care package. Despite my earlier moratorium on sending chocolate due to the heat, ALL of the chocolate that you sent made it in good shape (as I type this, I’m enjoying a cup of coffee and some Peanut Butter M&Ms). I am overwhelmed by the variety and quantity of items that you sent, and the Marines in my shop (who are equally enjoying your generosity) join me in voicing their grateful thanks.

I had a pretty rare opportunity to talk to Sheryl & Joshua for an extended period of time (an hour vice the usual ½ hour) through the media of a video telephone conference (VTC). The rooms at either end are pretty sterile, and the dominant feature on each end is the conference table, but it seemed we were able to ‘connect’ somewhat better than through telephone alone. It was a great gift to be able to see expression. Turns out that an hour is almost too much (for Joshua, anyway), though perhaps a ½ hour would have seen a little short. Joshua had some ‘props’ to prompt conversation, that was Sheryl’s idea, and it seemed to help ‘loosen’ him up a little.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

A Friend Drops In

2006-06-22T04:21:00.000-07:00

Some time ago a friend from back home who is also deployed was able to stop by for a short visit. I was kicking myself, after his visit, for not remembering to get a picture of us. Well, Agur stopped by again today, and we were able to spend about ten minutes catching up, AND I remembered to get a picture. It was really encouraging to talk to him and to find out that he is doing well—he does not have an email account, so staying in touch is basically impossible. I offered him some of the beneficence from several of my care packages (which I keep at my desk), but he said he was more than adequately cared for—and we both acknowledged what a blessing the Community of supporters we have back home has been. Thanks again, all of you, from the bottom of our hearts.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Over My Head

2006-06-21T07:48:00.000-07:00

There are a lot of things that I would not want hanging over my head. However, thanks to my brother Matt, I can say that I’ve got nothing hanging over my head except what I specifically want there. It’s taken awhile, as there has been a substantial delay in finding a piece of glass the right size, but BMW is now about as overwhelmingly represented as possible. OK, you can see that there is a token HD calendar in the lower right of the photograph, and a picture of someone’s wife on a Buell, but there is no escaping the dominance, both in sheer space and spectacular representation, that BMW has on this particular wall.

All of that being true, and no apologies to BMW, my son’s drawing of his hand (accomplished together before I deployed) in the center right is infinitely more meaningful than any of the other stuff. The former represents man-made stuff that will ultimately be junk. The latter represents something that God created that has eternal value. I include the last paragraph in this post just so that you’ll know that I may be a long way from home, but I have not lost all sense of perspective…

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Partly Wrong

2006-06-18T22:51:00.000-07:00

This is one occasion where I’m delighted to say I was partly wrong. Yes, we’re still talking about chocolate. Yesterday I received a great care package from Jim and Barbara full of an eclectic mix of useful and not-so-useful but very enjoyable items. Drink mixes for hot & cold beverages, pictures from home, magazines, a variety of snacks and grub, and, YES, chocolate. The chocolate was mostly in large BAR form (maybe increased mass is helpful in this case, hard to tell), individually wrapped, and of the several varieties they included in the package, it appears that all of them will be JUST FINE. That being said, we are just getting into summer weather here, and though daily temperatures peak at about 115 (the minimum is around 85), we’ll soon be peaking at about 125, and figuring an additional 10 degrees for anything inside a metal shipping container—it doesn’t look good for the average variety chocolate. High temperatures seem particularly tough on the chocolate peanut butter mixes, like peanut butter cups, which is lamentable, as this type of chocolate is at the very top of my personal list.

My heartfelt thanks to Jim and Barbara for thinking of me and making a specific effort to send me meaningful ‘stuff.’ I received a gift from Joshua for Father’s Day which Jim also had a part in: Joshua painted a surf board at a paint-your-own-pottery place at a Dad’s and Kids outing some time back which he was able to go to in part due to Jim’s generosity and sponsorship. I feel very blessed.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Sad Moratorium

2006-06-17T00:28:00.000-07:00

I was just consuming the last of the desserts of Jim & Dana’s generosity, when I was overwhelmed yesterday by the receipt of two care packages, one from Joe & Helen and one from Kristen and Rani. I want to say a special thank you to Jim & Dana, Joe & Helen, and Kristen & Rani—your gifts are all deeply appreciated, and all greatly enjoyed. It is with deep regret and almost inconsolable sorrow that I must inform all who are caring for me so substantially that the season for shipping chocolate (or similar confection with a low melting point) in this part of the world has come to an end. I routinely put a large jar out in the sun to make tea, and after three hours the water is hot enough to scald the hand that removes the tea bags. Packages in route to base are often staged in metal shipping containers in the direct sunlight for a day or two, which does just not do pleasant things to chocolate coated pretzels.

Chocolate lovers everywhere will understand when I say that messy though it may be in the eating, and as extensive and tedious as the cleanup required may be, the consuming of chocolate is worth it. However, despite my willingness to afford the time to this pursuit, the Corps is less willing to see it my way (ie, I can’t spend TOO much time away from my desk in selfish pursuit). A friend of mine received some chocolate covered expresso beans that actually appeared to be liquid jello in the plastic bag. He allowed the bag to to cool to room temperature, after which he consumed the contents like a chocolate bar. I have two large plastic containers of pretty much the best peanut butter cups I’ve ever tasted, but they are congealed into a glued-together mess. My plan is to allow the containers to sit in the sun, when the contents are sufficiently liquid carefully remove each of the paper ‘cups’ that each candy is wrapped in, insure the peanut butter/chocolate mixture is proportionate, allow the mixture to cool, and then consume. I’m open to advice—any one have a better plan?

Semper Fi, Jon G.

"Shot"

2006-06-14T00:13:00.000-07:00

I was shot three times three days ago—by a needle. Twice by direction, once by election. It sort of amazes me when I hear of someone in the Service making a big deal about getting some “shot.” While it is true that the Uniform Code of Military Justice (UCMJ) provides more rights to those under its law than practically any other code, it is also true that those under the UCMJ (during my time in the Service, all voluntarily) have relinquished what are considered basic rights to most citizens of the United States: some of our right to liberty and almost all of our right to the pursuit of happiness. The military performs a sacred duty to the rest of the nation, and though the two ultimate goals of leadership, accomplishment of the mission and welfare of the troops, are generally co-equal, accomplishment of the mission is ultimately the only thing that matters. To paraphrase General Lee, “The great dilemma of the soldier is that he must order the death of the thing to which he has dedicated his life to serve.” To get back to the issue at hand, the military believes that in order to insure the mission is accomplished, given the risk of exposure to certain dangers, it is acceptable to suffer a slight decrease in troop strength to insure the mission is accomplished (without preventive measures, some of these threats would eliminate almost 100% of troops exposed to them). That is their duty to the nation.

My question to those who believe they have the right to disobey an order regarding some inoculation (to which there is a minimal chance of an effect in their life, which effect is immediately treatable and for which the military will take full responsibility), would they also refuse an order to go on a patrol, stand a post, or “take a hill,” (orders that contain a high probability of engagement with deadly force, which effects may or may not be immediately treatable by military medical personnel)? How seriously do people consider their oath of service?

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Fourteen

2006-06-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

That is the number of years, to the day, that I have been married to Sheryl. I do not have the luxury of a plethora of discretionary time here to compose poetry or develop a lengthy dissertation on the depths of my love, and I don’t think ordering a singing telegram would quite convey my sentiments. I am confident and bold, even if my expression is not couched in iambic pentameter, formed in a sonnet, or rhymed in the Shakespearian or Spencerian tradition, to say “I love you, Sheryl.” Though it is hard to be away from you on this day (somehow a little more difficult than all the other days we are apart), the essence of our relationship and what it represents is what lends meaning to this separation. I am not thankful for the separation, but I am thankful that I can be a part of providing the potential opportunity for the development of a wholly different life for a set of people who never had the opportunity to make the kinds of choices within the framework of the freedoms we’ve enjoyed. Thank you for the many sacrifices you have made that have enabled my service—I do not even pretend to know the depths of those sacrifices, or the many areas of your life and being in which they have been made. Thank you for working hard, and inspiring me to work hard, at understanding yourself, knowing me, and choosing to love me despite what you found. I thank God for you, and His grace that gives us strength to stay committed to Him and to each other.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Unexpected Blessing

2006-06-11T00:59:00.000-07:00

I tend to believe that the title of this entry is somewhat redundant—not completely so, but mostly so. My view is that blessings are surprise gifts from God, any ‘good work’ that I do is so meaningless compared to the ‘pit’ that my own choices and actions have landed me as to be insignificant (certainly not noteworthy enough to result in an attitude of entitlement on my part), so it is fully the grace of God—and those who are His instruments—by which I am blessed. Hence, any good thing is unexpected, and inherent in the word ‘blessing’ is the undeserved aspect of the beneficence. The BLUF (here more of a BLITM—‘Bottom Line In The Middle’ vice ‘Bottom Line Up Front’) is that I have been unexpectedly blessed by the San Juan Capistrano Seniors.

If you go to Sheryl’s Archived blogs (Thursday, March 30, "On Being Adopted"), you’ll learn how our family became connected with the San Juan Capistrano Seniors, and I want to thank them for the difference they have made to our family; for how meaningful it is for those of us serving in the Global War on Terror (GWOT) to know that folks back home support us; and that as difficult as it is to be away from our families, maintaining the ‘front lines’ of this war far beyond our borders is perhaps the most precious yet meaningful thing we can do in honoring our oath of service to the Constitution, our Country, and our Leaders.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Lethargy

2006-06-09T00:27:00.000-07:00

I really appreciate all the prayer and support over the last three months, it has made such a difference. I continue to be healthy. My tooth-that-needs-a-root-canal has been a non-issue. The FaBQ has provided a necessary escape from the ‘office.’ The ‘projects’ that I have undertaken to address specific requirements have been successful. I have been able to delegate some of my work-load to others, making my own ‘load’ more manageable. I have found a way to start my day with two devotionals. I have been showered with care through moto-mails, packages, and letters (most recently by Jim & Dana and my brother Greg). The snacks, believe it or not, directly impact how much of my work gets done, as the trip to the DFAC takes about 45 minutes out of my day, minutes which I save by eating healthy and tasteful snacks at my desk.

I am struggling, however, with lethargy. You’ve heard, I’m sure, of the “Fight or Flight” responses to immediate crisis/stress. Well, this deployment is a long term ongoing crisis/stress in my life, and my tendency in these situations is to disengage and withdraw. I’ve found the best way to do that is sleep. I’ve recently begun ‘trading’ the time between 0600 and 0800 in the morning, supposedly spent doing PT, with sleep. I’ve also entered the “doldrums” phase of the deployment, where the wind has gone out of my sails, the monotony seems unending, and the apparent futility of current meaningless activity to somehow improve the situation begins to create depression. Hopefully this phase will quickly pass, but regardless, I require discipline and focus to daily fulfill the trust of those who’ve seen fit to assign me crucial responsibilities (at considerable cost to others and at significant remuneration to myself).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Improvise

2006-06-07T23:38:00.000-07:00

Ready-to-use automatic-drip ground coffee is not in abundance in our shop. One of the Marines has a friend that works at a Starbucks, and he received 40 pounds of top-grade Starbucks coffee beans. We have a bean grinder, one of those little hand-held jobbers, it is 110v 60 cycle, power here is 220v 50 cycle, and it is difficult to find a place to operate it—but somehow these guys manage. Myself, I’m hardly a ‘purist,’ employing coffee preparation and usage procedures that most coffee drinkers find (at the least) ghastly, even (at the most) despicable. To my own mind, however, there are two things that drive my methods—it’s the caffeine that’s important, not the taste (necessarily, but if taste can be maintained, so much the better); and the simpler, more efficient and easier the process (I’m lazy), the better. Hence, I always make a whole pot (you’ve got to get the water, get the filter, measure the coffee, and brew the stuff—these are essential chores, whether you brew one cup or ten, so you minimize work by always brewing ten and getting more return for your required labor). I always use two filters (filters are cheap, coffee is expensive, reducing the speed at which the water flows through the filter thickens the coffee while not increasing the amount utilized for each pot). If available, I put a sprinkle of cinnamon on the grounds to reduce the bitterness of the coffee. Finally, I always turn off the pot immediately upon conclusion of brewing. This prevents the coffee getting that nasty baked/burnt too-long-on-the-burner flavor that I find particularly distasteful. Now this brings up the need for improvisation. My coffee cup, given to me by my sister-in-law Sandi, has photographs of my family in it that cannot be microwaved. So, perceiving my dilemma, a Marine offered up a plastic Gatorade bottle for me to use as a ‘nuker’ container. The container was a little tall for the microwave, so we used his knife (a very dangerous looking weapon, I might add) to cut the top off. Voila. I have all I need to keep the caffeine flowing.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

What Day is it?

2006-06-07T00:13:00.000-07:00

Some of you may have noticed that my entry for the 6^th of June was posted on the 5^th. I feel that some explanation was in order, as this is a pretty glaring discrepancy for a Marine officer (particularly one noted for attention to detail) to make—let alone once, but continually. When I first arrived in country, I was posting to the blog in the evenings at the end of my shift. Since we are eleven hours ahead here, I was pretty confident that each post would make it on the same day in the States, in fact a couple of times I was concerned that I had waited too long to post, and that the ‘record’ would show that I had skipped a day, when in actuality I had not. I came to realize, however, that both my schedule and the speed of the internet (which slows dramatically here due to heavy usage in the evenings) made morning blog entries much more practical, so I switched. I discovered that the blog server actually date/time stamps my blog entry by it’s clock, which is in the US and on US time, so the date/time stamp on the emailed blog post (which would be 11 hours ahead of the blog server) is ignored.

So, generally speaking, the date on my blog entry is always technically wrong, it is always one day shy of the day on which you read it (it generally is posted close to the time most of you are going to bed) and one day shy of the day on which I posted it. With the exception of today, of course, as I did not post this blog until after 1100. So there you have it.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Triple Six

2006-06-05T22:39:00.000-07:00

Today is the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year (technically fifth, but numerically the sixth, so who’s being technical?) of the new century. Apparently, in the town of Hell, Michigan, there is a big celebration, where t-shirts and mugs are being sold for $6.66. I’d imagine it’s fairly warm in Hell this time of year, though not close to what it is here (we’ve hit 115F the last four days in a row), indeed, I’ve heard Hell is one of the colder towns in Michigan in the winter time, providing ample opportunity for the “When Hell freezes over…” comment.

The last couple of days have been hectic at work, but at the end of each day I feel as if I have not accomplished that much. This is a situation where there is a ton of ‘backlogged’ work waiting to be done, and I also have ‘daily’ work that needs to be addressed immediately. The amount of ‘daily’ work varies based on my email load, number of operations or operational tempo within the AO, etc. What I’ve realized is that regardless of what I accomplish in terms of immediate support, I ‘measure’ the productivity of the day by how much of the ‘backlogged’ work I was able to address—I feel discouraged if I go ‘home’ several days in a row without being able to diminish the long term pile hanging over my head. I don’t want to cut myself too much slack, either, or the pendulum will swing too far over to the non-productive side…. Unfortunately, it’s not a question of balance in my life, it’s a question of getting the job done…

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Girl Scout Cookies

2006-06-05T06:26:00.000-07:00

My recollection of the way Girl Scout Cookies are sold is that once a year they are distributed as ordered and paid for in advance to those who have been “coerced” into buying them. I put “coerced” in quotes, as ALL of the varieties that I’ve had a chance to sample are VERY SATISFYING—if one has to choose between the varieties it boils down to preference, not a disparity in quality. The reason I bring this up is that these wonderful snacks have been showing up (in waves, so it seems) in substantial quantity and fairly consistently since I arrived here more than three months ago. This sort of breaks the once-a-year Girl Scout Cookie sales model, and I for one am extremely grateful that the specific Girl Scout Cookie manufacturers, the specific Girl Scout Cookie product organizers, the specific Girl Scout Troop or Troops, or the specific Girl Scout Cookie customers, or all or any combination of the above, care enough to break this paradigm.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Daily Contact

2006-06-04T00:43:00.000-07:00

I just received a note from my Mom, and she commented on the almost daily ‘contact’ she has had with me since I’ve been deployed. My folks live in Tennessee, my siblings are scattered all over the US, and Sheryl, Joshua and I live in California. It just kind of struck me that my family and friends, even those that live ten minutes away from my house in SoCal, actually can be more ‘up-to-date’ and more informed as to my life (even though I’m now thousands of miles away) than when I was there. Not that my friends in SoCal would ever go to my blog to stay ‘current’ with me, even had I been maintaining a blog when I was there, when they could just pick up the phone and call me or send me an email, but as far as my family is concerned, this blogging stuff (my sister and several of my nieces have blogs) has the potential to create a paradigm shift in inter-family communication—if fact, has obviously already started to do so.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Use the Sun

2006-06-03T00:01:00.000-07:00

The idea of making Sun Tea is not original to me, of course, but out here, where there seems to be so much of the sun, and it seems to be so much hotter than anywhere else, and it is getting close to the longest day of the year, it makes perfect sense. I’ve got a large jar (thanks to Sheryl, who sent it to me filled with cashewsJ) that I filled with water, added tea bags, and set it out in the sun. I’ll tell you tomorrow how the experiment goes. I doubt I’ll be able to interest anyone in a “best sun-brewed tea” competition, though I have seen numerous sun tea canisters around the camp—I don’t know any of those sun-tea-brewers, and there is not a lot of collateral time around here to pursue opportunities like this.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Blog Entries

2006-05-31T23:35:00.000-07:00

I am back to having nothing to talk about on this blog: I have a new chair, the goslings are practically all grown up (more than half-way, anyway), the weather is the same day after day (though it keeps getting hotter bit by bit, we’re now into the teens above the century in degrees), my job is predictable drudgery seven days a week, and I continue to feel cared for and supported by many, many people. All in all, I guess, it is a good thing that I don’t have anything to say…

Just a comment about how blogs work: I cannot “see” the email address of people who comment on my blog. The only way I have to answer you ‘directly’ is to comment on the blog in the comments section on the same day’s comments on which YOU posted. I think I’m batting 100 on this, so if you left me a comment and would like to hear from me (albeit brief), go back to the day on which you posted and check the comments.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Chair Saga (¶6)

2006-05-31T04:08:00.000-07:00

I suppose by now most of you are picturing mounds of dead chairs adorning the avenues of approach to every building on base. After all, office chairs take up a certain amount of space (won’t fit in the dumpster), are not generally stackable, and certainly are not very burnable (as is most of the office trash around here). Well, Marines, never given to throwing stuff away (after all, efficiency and the can-do attitude of Marines has been overcoming the deficiencies of the discarded equipment that is cast off onto the Marine Corps by the other services for centuries), have discovered that the dead chairs (the plastic molded body supports, anyway) make great relaxation zones in break areas (called ‘smoke pits’ due to the major activity conducted therein). As the final chapter in the Chair Sagas, therefore, I have chosen to allow you to observe the practical frugality of Marines seeking to improve every aspect of their life with the means at hand.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Chair Saga (¶5)

2006-05-29T22:21:00.000-07:00

About a week of use, and my Ghetto Yankee Workshop fabrication was replaced with a new chair! It looks pretty much like the Jurassic Park variety, and I’m sure they’re made by the same manufacturer, but some improvements have been incorporated into the design. The covers are cloth, not pseudo leather. The arms are held on with machine screws that are properly anchored vice wood screws that screw into a tiny chunk of plywood imbedded in the side rail of the chair. Most significant, the telescoping pedestal appears to have been modified so that the single point of failure, at the base of the chair, will no longer fail as readily. Anyway, that is certainly the hope around here. In any case, I saved the pentagonal wooden pedestal in case I eventually have to use it with my “new” chair some months hence.

I managed to work a few hours less than otherwise yesterday due to Memorial Day observance, so—I owe, I owe, it’s off to work I go…

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Chair Saga (¶4)

2006-05-28T23:51:00.000-07:00

I managed to convince myself that things were fine with the blanket padded folding chair, but in fact, they were not. About near the end of the 2^nd week, I think, I had hit an unacceptable pain level with that chair as well. No doubt that the blanket cushioned my rump in an acceptable manner, but this was apparently accomplished be evenly distributing the pressure just to that minimum level that I was able to banish the discomfort from the most perceptible upper levels of conscious thought. Over the two week period, I guess, the soft tissue, underlying bone, and muscle in that area was being slowly and steadily bruised and crushed by my weight until all the sudden, my whole body hurt. I had to rectify the situation by somehow spreading distributing my weight evenly across the whole spectrum of my derriere. So, I built a pentagonal pedestal for one of the broken chairs, and though the seat no longer swiveled, tilted, or had variable height adjustment, it was very comfortable. It took me about an hour to apply the modification, but it was very effective. Obviously, I had no screws or nails, so duct tape had to suffice. The paper placard says "CIHOC Ghetto Yankee Workshop."

The FaBQ has benefited by a Sergeant who is a tuba player, much better than me, and he will play whenever the FaBQ is called upon to perform (like at the Memorial Day ceremony today). However, with only one tuba, we both cannot practice with the band. The Chaplain has ordered another tuba from DRMO, so pray with me that it arrives sooner rather than later. Thanks.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Chair Saga (¶3)

2006-05-28T01:03:00.000-07:00

After less than a week on the gray metal chair with the poncho/stadium seat Coleman pad, more chairs were needed (as the Jurassic Park variety continued to destruct at an alarming rate). I “discovered” a folding chair that was being discarded by some nearby unit (no doubt a unit that had ordered their new chairs some weeks prior to me) that had a padded cardboard seat in a metal frame. This “new” black folding chair had an actual seat height some half inch or so higher than the “old” gray one (I saw that as a plus), but the padding was so thin as to be inconsequential should one need to sit in the chair for more than five minutes. I suppose there are folks out there that have more natural padding on their posterior than I do, but I can only document my own experience. I decided to use my US GI olive drab blanket as a seat pad—but since others sit in “my” chair when I am not in the office—like during the night shift—and (with all the superlative eating that goes on around here, thanks to all you taxpayers) due to the inevitable flatulation that seems to occur rather frequently around here (often somewhat audibly, I might add, though as part of the leadership here I personally have tended towards discretion), I insured the blanket was wrapped in plastic.

To state the obvious, I am close enough to the GWOT Ops in this AO to focus on the inconsequential as a major psychological diversionary tactic, but far enough away from actual participation in those Ops that the object of my diversion is the primary occupational implement of REMFs throughout recorded history.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Chair Saga (¶2)

2006-05-26T22:42:00.000-07:00

Sometime around the middle of April, there just weren’t enough chairs to go around, and by the end of April half of us were sitting on folding chairs. The first variety of folding chair we were able to scrounge was of the plain, unpadded metal variety. I could take about five minutes on this chair before it became uncomfortable, about half an hour before it became painful. This was extremely problematic, as I generally spend about ten hours a day sitting (on my 5^th point of contact—part of a Parachute Landing Fall, or PLF—as we in the Airborne community say, though of course now I am only Chairborne, having not jumped out of an aircraft in fright… er, flight, for some time now). It occurred to me that I should get Sheryl to send me my inch thick gel pad purchased for long trips on my motorcycle, but realized that it would probably get here about the time the new chairs did. I just happened to have brought a Coleman combination poncho/stadium seat cushion with me, so I brought that into work, set it on my chair, and my ability to tolerate the non-padded metal folding chair increased dramatically. Of course, it was still not the most preferable cradle for my derriere, but at least it was survivable.

This story has a happy ending, please stay tuned for more…

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Chair Saga (¶1)

2006-05-25T23:08:00.000-07:00

When we arrived in country three months or so ago, the work spaces had office chairs that were not uncomfortable to sit in, but they were falling apart, and started to “die” at a rate of about two a week. First the arms fell off, then the upholstery would simply rip or tear, often a castor or two would break in half, and then the weld at the top of the telescoping pedestal that connects to the underside of the chair would break, and that would be it. We managed to ‘conserve’ our chairs until well into April, and in the meantime I discovered that no one knew of any plan to replace the chairs. April 15^th I ordered some new ones, was told the wait would be considerable (three weeks or more). Here is a picture of a chair of the ilk that was here when we got here (observing this particular specimen, which is still functional, is kind of like observing a Tyrannosaurus Rex in Jurassic Park).

I’d like to thank Greg for the package I received yesterday—Thanks, Dude, you have made a positive impact on my snack regimen for weeks to come. I also received an encouraging snail mail from Judy (thank you for your regular notes, they are bright spots in my life), and a MotoMail from my Mom. Congratulations to my Dad, who achieved three gold medals in swimming events at the regional Senior Olympic meet—Dad, keep up the good work, and there may be more gold in your future at the State meet.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Answer to Prayer

2006-05-24T22:16:00.000-07:00

I am very blessed—God answered my needs probably before most of you read yesterday’s blog. In fact, as I was typing yesterday, it occurred to me (I believe God inspired the thought) that I could approach a Staff Sergeant that works in our shop and ask him about his work load and if he could handle more. He works the night shift (during which there is considerably less activity), and it turns out he has been actually looking for more tasking. I initially cloaked my request as a query regarding how the essential but routine data entry (about two hours worth a day) would be accomplished while I was gone for three weeks in August, and he said he could do it. Then, without me even asking, he came back with, “You know, Sir, no need to wait until August, I could start doing that any time you want, like right now!”

Of course, I still have a lot of work to do, and I need to be careful not to ‘waste’ any of the gift of time I have been given. Continue to pray that I will use my time and energy wisely, pace myself, and apply the most effort to the most essential tasks in a timely manner.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Discouraged

2006-05-23T22:33:00.000-07:00

Along with rank comes responsibility. I’ve been selected for promotion, so I’m doing fine with the rank part. However, I’m having trouble keeping up with the responsibility part. After three months here, I expected to have a handle on all my assigned tasks, have settled into a routine, and to have generally cleared my desk by the end of every day. Unfortunately, this is not the case. I’ve somewhat streamlined some of the jobs that need to be done, one or two new tasks have landed on my desk that my predecessor did not have to cope with, but I expected with hard work and focus to be able to stay ‘afloat.’ This is simply not happening, however, and I am a little discouraged. There may be an opportunity to address this with my boss when I discuss with him the options regarding who will do the daily task stuff while I’m gone (I get two weeks of leave, which when incorporated with travel will amount to being gone for about three weeks, and though this doesn’t happen for two more months, we probably need to start planning for it now). The essential record keeping, data tracking, and report cataloging that I do amounts to about 2 hours a day. When I spend four or five days on a special project or wrapped up in a monthly (vice a daily) task that sucks several days of my time, I’m a least ten hours behind in the routine stuff, let alone the other parts of my job that have accumulated. If no one does anything while I’m gone, I’ll be facing over 40 hours of mind-numbing routine, not to mention all the ‘important’ priority tasks associated with my job.

To my knowledge, I’m not responsible for much more than the guys who held this job in the past were accountable to do—which could create the belief in the mind of my superiors that I’m slacking. However, I know from the management files, established processes and accumulated work that I inherited that a significant amount of this work was not getting done. I have been instilled with a certain amount of can-do attitude and ‘mission accomplishment’ mentality that makes crawling to my boss and whining about my work load difficult to do, especially given my great work conditions and quality of life compared to many others engaged in this fight. Please pray for wisdom and a solution (along with continued good health so I can keep on keeping on).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Swamped

2006-05-22T09:57:00.000-07:00

Again, I have been somewhat overcome by work, amazing how that happens… I’m in the middle of a self-imposed ebb, however, as I’ve got to pace myself for the long haul. However, since I’ve still got the same amount of work to do as always, I’ve got to cut time from various places to make time for personal essential recovery time. Some of that time, obviously, is coming from the time I would normally spend posting to this blog. My goal is still to keep you all appraised as to how I’m doing and what’s happening, so please don’t take this place off your list of favorites…

It’s getting hotter, three days out of every four are black flag days now. ‘Course, don’t know if that will prepare for California’s central valley in August, we’ll see.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Weather Update

2006-05-19T05:28:00.000-07:00

I’ve had a couple of comments about the weather, so I thought I’d bring you up to speed: Spring is finally over, there has been no rain in the forecast now for a week and none projected in the near future. Daily highs (temperature-wise) constantly range triple digits, and daily lows (usually around 0600 in the morning) are in the mid-seventies. Tomorrow is predicted to be a yellow flag, the day after a red flag, and the two days after that are predicted to be black flag days.

My exposure to this weather is fairly limited, as my REMF workaholic routine keeps me glued to a computer in an air-conditioned office space, and my quarters are also artificially cooled (in this case, use of the word ‘artificial’ has a positive connotation, though it occurs to me that generally this word is not normally associated with things ‘sought after’. Be that as it may, I have yet to see a structure here specifically designed for year-round human habitation that is naturally cooled. For natural cooling techniques, investigate ‘passive solar heating and cooling’ in your library’s National Graphic Standards in the Professional/Architectural Reference section).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Variety

2006-05-17T23:29:00.000-07:00

It has been said that “Variety is the spice of life.” I am finding that this is true, to a certain extent. Of course, opposed to that statement is another statement or two, like “We’re creatures of habit” and “Change creates stress.” Out here, where every day, seven days a week, is virtually the same, the same tasks are repeated over and over endlessly, and it seems impossible to vary anything (even what one wears to work every day), any segment of life that offers choice becomes a major distraction.

The famed chow hall here actually carries several brands of various items, depending on what is available in the marketplace. Banana milk (a favorite of mine, reportedly a combination of milk and bananas which probably contains neither), strawberry milk, certain colas, and apple juice are examples of items of which there are at least two brands. Well, an officer in our shop began hosting taste tests, and it was quite an enlightening experience. I had actually been favoring the banana milk brand that I thought was better, but in fact tasted less satisfactory. Like the average non-rational shopper, I was probably basing my preference on packaging (since price wasn’t an issue J).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Reduce Stress

2006-05-17T01:26:00.000-07:00

There has been some interest regarding how well my plan to pace myself for the long haul of this deployment is working. Although it is hard for me to be totally non-prejudiced in my self-analysis, I’ll do my best to fill you in. Although the work load is still daunting (more than I seem to be able to accomplish in my shifts, which work out to be 10 to 11 hours), I’ve discovered which things I can postpone until I have some ‘spare’ moments. I’ve also discovered which things must be done immediately, regarding the intrusion on my daily list of ‘routine’ things that need to be done, and both of these discoveries have greatly aided a sense that I am prioritizing my time based on the importance of the task. This alone has worked to reduce a significant amount of stress, as the bulk of my early time here was spent in very frustrating but time-consuming activity relating to ‘cleaning house’ and ‘clearing the floor’ associated with the RIP/TOA (Relief in Place, Transfer of Operational Authority).

I have discovered two short devotionals that I read every day (Knowing God Daily by the Blackaby’s and EveryMan Every Day by Kenny Luck et al), I play in the band an hour a day, and I read (mostly historical novels) for an hour or so to unwind following my shift at work. PT (Physical Training) helps me mentally unwind, as well as keep me fit, and I usually do that 5 times a week. I make it a point to average 8 hours of sleep a night (though some nights I get less, other nights I get more). Church is a priority related to my need to worship my Savior, and though it is a focal grounding point of my week, due to operational demands on all in the ‘congregation,’ it is not the socially interactive affair that is normally associated with God’s Community (resulting in an un-naturally stilted interaction between congregants—but then, there is nothing natural about being separated from your family and home church congregation for a year in a combat zone, either).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Dust Storm

2006-05-15T09:30:00.000-07:00

Hopefully I’ll be able to post to this blog a little more frequently now that I’m a little more caught up at work. Since the last time I took the opportunity to post something substantial, I experienced my first dust storm here on May 8^th. I didn’t actually get to see the “wall” of dust approaching as in this picture that was taken by an associate, nor did I get a picture taken of me ‘out in’ the dust storm, as did another friend of mine (I’m probably a little over-paranoid about protecting my camera, it’s got to last for another 9 months of this). It was very eerie being ‘inside’ the dust cloud, as the surroundings appeared to be almost the same orange as you’d expect looking through some very heavily tinted orange sun glasses. Interesting, too, that the dust storm happened when it did, as it is the tail end of spring, and we had just had some rain to dampen the earth about 48 hours prior to the dust.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Nothing new

2006-05-12T11:34:00.000-07:00

Jon was able to send a quick e-mail to me today but is still really busy. He is hoping that by Monday things will slow down a little or at least get back to the normal level of business. Thanks for continuing to pray for him.

Sheryl

A quick note from Jon

2006-05-11T07:15:00.000-07:00

Jon wrote to say that, "the email has been down for at least three days, may continue to be down, up, down, up (work sporadically), we still haven't been notified that we are fully 'back up.' This has effected internet browsing as well, so I can't see the blogs."

Jon was able to get an e-mail out to me this morning with news to be posted, "I'm making progress on the project, but still have quite a ways to go (at least until the end of the week, hopefully by Monday morning I'll be back to business as usual -- which is still pretty intense, but manageable. My tooth is still not bothering me at all, praise God, and the flu was very short lived, less than two days, all that is left is a little nasal congestion."

Thanks for your prayers.

Sheryl

A new mug shot

2006-05-09T10:42:00.000-07:00

Since you all are missing out on postings from Jon, I thought you should get something new, so I've posted a new mug shot of Jarhedjon. This one was taken in his current location. Don't you think he's aged? Of course, you should see all of the white hairs that have started showing up on my head. Yikes!

Sheryl

Busy Days are Here Again

2006-05-08T13:21:00.000-07:00

Jon dropped me a quick e-mail this morning saying, "yesterday [Sunday] was one of those crazy days where you are constantly busy but don’t seem to get anything done. In fact, I have to start a ‘project’ today, and I don’t know how much time I’m going to have for anything besides work and sleep for at least the next three or four days."

Thanks for keeping Jon in your prayers, especially that he stays healthy and encouraged. For those of you overwhelmed by the length of Jon's daily postings, this will give you a chance to catch up. :)

Sheryl for Jarhedjon

Ducklings

2006-05-06T10:41:00.000-07:00

I don’t think I’ve mentioned the ducks that live in a water reservoir near where I work (there are four reservoirs in the immediate vicinity). There are three (that’s all I’ve seen) adults that are BIG, and upon arrival here my first guess was that the chow at the chow hall is good enough to dissuade any would be duck connoisseurs (hunters and fixers both, I guess) as there is obviously no shortage of weapons or ammunition to dispatch a few ducks. Well, since then, my views on the continued existence of the ducks has changed. There have been two sets of ducklings, three ‘showed up’ about a month ago, they’re getting pretty big now, it seems like they double in size every week or so. The recent lot are still chicks, very cute, there are nine of them. They go on these daily sojourns from the ‘pond’ to areas where there are lots of grass cuttings, bugs, or whatever it is that ducks like to eat; whatever it is, it works. I think the ducks and chicks have come to be a symbol to many here of the process of life, how worthy of protection it is, what a wonderful gift it is. Practically every day I see some Marine, weapon slung, sweating under body armor in 100 degree heat, running with a camera after the ducks to get a good picture of them. I think, now, that if anyone tried to harm one of these ducks, they’d face the wrath of the camp, as well as a Summary Court Martial. Maybe a little overdramatic. Ah well, they’re OUR ducks… or at least, entrusted to our care.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

The Crud

2006-05-05T22:47:00.000-07:00

Well, almost three months in country, no real ailments AT ALL so far, but I think I’m finally getting something. I’ve got a clogged sinus that I sense could eventually overwhelm me, I believe my throat wants to join in the rebellion, I’ve got some aches to deal with that might just be ‘flu’ related. Though I normally don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, today the feeling was more of a compulsion (which I ignored anyway, as my sense of duty is usually more compelling than my inclination to pamper myself).

Please pray that this ‘crud’ does not inhibit my ability to do my job, or spread to others in my shop. Thanks.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Got Discipline?

2006-05-04T22:24:00.000-07:00

The Navy Commander I share a room with is going to be ‘out of town’ for five days on a trip. He has been on a couple trips so far, the longest for three days. We have fallen into the routine of training at the same time every day (at 0600 in the morning), though the specific training we each choose to do differs somewhat from the other (I run and do isometrics six days a week, he does weights three times a week and mirrors my routine three times a week). However, when he has been gone in the past, my routine falls apart. I stay at work later, stay up later reading, sleep in a little longer in the morning, and generally skip PT altogether.

I’d like to not totally ‘loose my focus’ this time around, which will call for some discipline. I have a tendency to sink to the lowest possible level of expected performance and stay there as long as I can get away with it, a tendency that does nothing to help me accomplish my short term or long term goals. I also love to rest, nap, and sleep (I don’t’ want for this to be taken the wrong way, but probably the happiest moments of my life have been spent in bed). So, I’m asking for prayer for me to have (or acquire a little) discipline. Also, pray for the strength to cope with an answer to this prayer—I’ve heard praying for patience brings tribulation, who knows what praying for discipline will bring….

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Promotion Delayed

2006-05-03T02:19:00.000-07:00

In the past, Marine Active junior enlisted, all Marine Reserve enlisted, and Marine Reserve Warrant Officers were promoted en masse, usually by this process: at the end of a particular month, a Department of the Navy message (ALNAV) announced the Marines selected for promotion. Within 48 hours, a Marine Corps message (MARADMIN) is published authorizing the promotion of all the selected Marines, the effective date of the promotion being the 1^st of the same month in which the MARADMIN is published. Since the ALNAV announcing my promotion came out April 4^th, I expected the MARADMIN to come out shortly thereafter, and my promotion to be effective by (at the latest) May 1^st. Unfortunately, the Marine Corps has decided to transition the Reserve Warrant Officer promotion process to the same process utilized by Active SNCO’s and Active and Reserve Commissioned Officers (just Murphy’s Law, I guess, that they happened to choose the year I get selected), which works by the following process: the Promotion Board concludes its deliberations and the ALNAV is published; USMC Manpower Management takes a look at the payroll for the rest of the FY, decides how many officers they can promote to the next grade each month and still get by in the black, and determines how many officers they will have to promote the following FY due to a payroll shortfall. Once the promotions have been spread out over the next 18 months (generally a trickle to start with, ending with large blocks at the end, delaying the major fiscal impact of the promotions until the last moment), a MARADMIN is published announcing by name the officers (who have already been SELECTED) who will be promoted, by month, for the next two months. These MARADMINS are then published every other month until all the selected officers have been promoted (some of you have already figured out that if a promotion board meets annually for each rank, it would seem possible for the #1 selection of the 2^nd annual promotion board to be promoted before the last of the selected officers from the 1^st annual promotion board—however, this does not happen, the 18 months can be accounted for by the fact that the promotion board for the FY07 promotions just made their selections this month, and the promotions don’t HAVE to start until October 1^st2006, and all selected officers need not be promoted until September 30^th 2007). The ALNAV contains information on where each officer is on the Selection List (eg. you were the 42^nd officer on the list of 320 officers promoted of a total of 700 officers eligible), so officers can kind of “guesstimate” when they will be promoted based on what their number was and how many officers are being promoted each month. Another concern at the Manpower Management level (under the second process which now includes Reserve Warrant Officers) is that there cannot be a higher percentage of any particular rank of officer in the Reserve structure than there is in the Active structure, so often the Reserve officer’s promotion will be delayed until the appropriate Active “counterpart” is promoted.

The MARADMIN that came out yesterday announced that there would be one promotion to CWO5 effective May 1^st, (obviously, this is the guy that was #1 on the Selection List) and there were NO projected promotions for that grade for the month of June. My name was #2 on the Selection List, so I will be promoted, I just have no idea when (obviously no earlier than July 1^st, but possibly some months following).

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Not so Daily Blog

2006-05-02T00:01:00.000-07:00

My good intentions to update this blog daily have succumbed to the workload (which is always ridiculous, though it goes in cycles, the middle of the month and the end of the month being the most absurd periods), the settling down of a new experience in my life to the monotony and drudgery of a daily routine (the familiar is no longer novel, and furthermore inhibits my awareness of the complex novelties that make up my natural surroundings), and a complicated ambivalence on my part that has me suspended in a strange limbo between 1. wanting to be with my family and not wanting to be here, and allowing my emotional state to languor in negativity; and 2. wanting to be here and fully participate in my present situation (which is chock full of blessing, opportunity, and potential). Living in this ambivalent place, I’ve found, has a tendency to encourage my procrastination (for example, delay my blog entries until they simply don’t get done), further dilute any strength of discipline that existed in my will (little enough already, to be sure), which factors work to inspire the self-judgmental more exacting rational critical voice in my head to beat myself up. Since all this tends to reduce the estimate I have of myself compared to the daily, weekly or monthly (not to mention annual, but that’s another story) end-states I have in mind for my mental, physical and emotional well-being, I am tending towards NOT being emotionally present vice being emotionally invested. Call me a “coward,” if you will—certainly well deserved, as I’m finding that courage is not something only utilized by heroes in “fight or flight” situations, but something that is (or is not) utilized every day by ordinary people (often the most unsung) to practically live out their convictions (which are God given, not self derived) in the face of adversity (which will always exist when an adversary exists).

Attempting to comprehend my expressed outlook is probably no less difficult than diagramming the preceding sentences, feel free to attempt either, both, or neither.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

Met a Friend

2006-04-29T00:58:00.000-07:00

A week and a half ago I was finally able (the lack of bandwidth had previously prevented it) to sign up for a Moto mail account (which is good for US to theatre or from somewhere in theatre to somewhere else in theatre), and I sent Agur a Moto mail to encourage him, send him a greeting, and let him know where I work in case he was ever in the area. Then, about three days ago, there he was, in my office! Turns out he occasionally does make it to my area, and he was able to stop in and see me. We were able to chat for a (short) while, and compare experiences thus far. Though my living conditions and lifestyle here are considerably different than his (I have a lot more ‘comforts’ at my disposal), he said that he has been overwhelmed by the care and generosity of the Community back home. He said that he receives more than double the ‘care’ packages of anyone in his unit! One of the drawbacks of his situation is that he has no easy way to communicate frequently or at length with folks back home, so I thought I would keep you informed of how he is doing. He is in great health (might be a little leaner, but says that is not due to lack of sustenance—probably related to strenuous activity in this climate), good spirits, and it was great to talk with him.

We both would like to thank each of you, and all of you corporately, for your support, care, and encouragement of us over here. We are aware that our physical experience of your efforts is but the tip of the iceberg, that there are many more, in addition to those we know of, who are praying for us and supporting us in many ways that we will probably never have knowledge of. Thanks.

Semper Fi, Jon G.