Cookies Always Welcome
I'm not sure why our Government thought a slightly overweight, 40 year old National Guard sergeant should be in Iraq instead of helping with our forest fires but so it goes.
Here, in its entirety, is his first message to me.
Hey mama,
Got to Iraq just fine pretty nice post, cant complain. our address
is as follow.
Line 1: SGT Jim Clark
Line 2: 40th MP Company
Line 3: FOB Sykes
Line 4: APO AE 09351
Cookies are always welcome=)
I will try and call you this week at some point, love you much.
He'll welcome cookies; I'll be grateful for your kind thoughts.
Not that that was a hint (the cookies) but it's interesting to see where his priorities are.
COMMENTS:
Here, in its entirety, is his first message to me.
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Got to Iraq just fine pretty nice post, cant complain. our address
is as follow.
Line 1: SGT Jim Clark
Line 2: 40th MP Company
Line 3: FOB Sykes
Line 4: APO AE 09351
Cookies are always welcome=)
I will try and call you this week at some point, love you much.
He'll welcome cookies; I'll be grateful for your kind thoughts.
Not that that was a hint (the cookies) but it's interesting to see where his priorities are.
COMMENTS:
Labels: cookies - military - grannys son
posted by Granny @ 7/28/2008 04:16:00 PM
I'll keep you and son on prayer, positive thoughts list. I understand your position all too well. Grandson Gene is on his 4th foreign deployment, now in Afghanistan after 2 in Iraq and 1 in Korea. Our government/military needs more warm bodies and do not care about physical or medical conditions nor any home front needs. If Bush manages to attack Iran (or his successor) look for more of the same.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008 12:40:00 AM
P.S. Granny, how about posting some photos of your son? Seeing him makes the connection more personal.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008 12:48:00 AM
48:00 AM
"I'm not sure why our Government thought a slightly overweight, 40 year old National Guard sergeant should be in Iraq"
Neither is anybody else, but the criminal activities continue.
I think cookies are a way of touching home and Mother at the same time, with your hands. They are a personal touch, usually made with a Mother's hands, and there's nothing quite like those hands in this world. Us men run the place, or at least try to make you believe we do, but I'm a firm believer that The Hand That Rocks The Cradle, Rules The World!
I remember one time I called home. They were setting off some old ordinance to dispose of it, and it sounded like we were under a pounding attack. I never gave it a thought when I called, but when Mom answered the phone and heard all the commotion, she started crying and asked "Are you OK?" Thinking she was crying because she was so glad to hear from me, I said: "No I'm not, Mom! I ran out of cookies last week!!!!" The tears quickly turned to laughter. Up until he died, Dad almost always called me "cookies" after that. Mom just said I was nuts.:)
Wednesday, July 30, 2008 3:58:00 AM
One of a Mother's way to continue nurturing her young. When my Horde of children, grandchildren, in-law children, out-law children (my "kids" of no blood nor legal status),neighbor kids, throw-away kids would descend upon me, they always headed for the fridge to gorge themselves, even if they had just had a meal before coming.
I called it "lactation from the pantry". There was just something special about Mom's cooking/food that gave them that nurtured feeling.
"...a Mother's hands, and there's nothing quite like those hands in this world."
P.S. Care packages from anyone are greatly appreciated by our men and women in the military.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008 10:51:00 AM
Future's comment reminded me of when Jim was first in the Army (almost 20 years ago) and stationed in Germany. I can't remember exactly what happened but he suffered a rather serious injury to his hand.
So who did this tough, macho, soldier call first? His mommy.
Friday, August 01, 2008 9:37:00 PM