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...