getting ready

Getting ready for this delloyment is starting to take a toll on me. I have matter of weeks left amd I asm strying to get more than 200 Marines ready for deployment and not counting my augmetning from Mals. And I am trailing behind in my own personal qualifications that I need to maintain for me to deploy also. I did receive my weapon's card and my holster Friday. But lot more things to do.

I am getting a new corpsman this week, so I would get some help. I would update more at a leter time.

Monday, I will have a dental unit on the flight line and hopefully to some dental exams done for the Marines to have them deplyable.

Just so much to do and so little time...

Mexicali, Mexico

Mexicali, Mexico....what a blast. Again, I was there with Rick & Jim. Some things that went on, I am not mention on the net, but the club afterwards was a hoot. We attended a "Foam Party", which I was litterally over my head in foam 90% of the time in the club. I was litterally drowning most of the time. I main goal was to save my beer, trying to hold it above the foam, but that was not working all that well. I just say, f**k it, then just blew the foam off and drank the beer off any way. Good times in Mexico....

"Hanging with the Big Dawg"

Viva Las Vegas

Memorial Day weekend in Las Vagas, this past Memorial Day me we three other friends of mine, who are Marines went to Vegas, which we spent five days and four nights. Viva Las Vages.

I guess you could say, "Hanging with the Big Dog". Even though I just turn 40, I could hang with the best of them.

It was not all that bad, especially the first morning I did rest my eyes on the park bench some where in Vegas.

But I guess you could say that Rick, Jim & John all learn who the "Big Dawg" was. But it was good times, and will never be forgotten.

"Hanging with the Big Dawg"

Desert Talon

I did survive "Desert Talon" in Yuma for approximately 16 days with the squadron. I know one thing, being the only squadron corpsman, with usually a T/O of three corpsman for Iraq, its nothing I cannot handle, but it can be stressful and overwhelm at times. I do believe that I have one the best squadron in Mag 11. I do have a good pour with my Marines, even past that, some of these Marines are good friends.

In Yuma, it sure was hot.....very hot.... Thank god, that I had my POV with me.

Over all it was a quiet det, until we had that picnic with three kegs of beer. One Marines, who thought his foot was stronger than a flying horseshoe. He decided to use his foot to stop a horseshoe, instead breaking his toe. And another Marines, decided to drink the bar dry, and he was "FUBAR" and out of commission that night, especially heas suppose to be at work that evening.

The biggest thing was towards the end, which I decided to drink a few beers, and I was playing spades with a few of my Marines, but I received a call from my flight surgeon at 0015, and I knew it could not be that good at that hour. There was a mishap, which I was off to help to assist. It was 0400 before I was back home, with only a few hours of sleep, help completing the mishap physicals.

By Friday, the next day I was worn out and I had to drive back to Yuma, all I could think of, was to get home, I made it back little over two hours so I could catch a plane to Denver for the weekend.

That was Dessert Talon...