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- If you can talk to the troops what would you say ?
- I love you all...had a grandson in Iraq and has done two tours !
- Do you have ideas to get this movement across the nation faster ?
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Keep the Candle burning for our Troops...Both Now and in the Past !
The following are Jeff's younger half brothers Russell (Rusty)
and Colten (Colt) the tall stud .
Rusty will soon start boot camp (Marine ) .
Colt is still a bit young but then he is also still chasing girls !
She has served in Iraq and Japan and is on call to go to Afganistan ! Kristina grew up in Indiana .
Jeff now is a Drill Instructor Sgt. with the 3rd Recruit Training Battalion , in Parris Island N.C
Jeff went in the marines in SEPT. 12,2004 and finished boot camp in Dec. 10,2004in San Diego Cal. at Camp Pendlton. Then he went to Fort Leonard Wood ,Missouri for futher training completed that May 17 2005. then went to S.C. Camp Lajune and was deployed to Al Taqaddum Iraq 2005 to 2006.then again in 2007 to 2008. The first time he was promoted from Private First Class to Lance Corporal . The second time to Corporal to Sergeant.
On October 2nd 2005 Lance Corporal Johnson, While on watch, was responsible for reporting and initiating the medical evacuation and recovery mission for security patrol,Evil 3, which was attacked by an improvised explosive device near Al Taqaddum, Iraq. L.C Johnson's knowledge of the battle drills and the necessary flow of communications enhanced the ability of emergency personel to medevac two Marines and to recover one damaged high mobility multi-wheeled vehicle. His actions contributed to saving of Lance Corporal Zackary Knight's lifJeff now is a Drill Instructor Sgt. with the 3rd Recruit Training Battalion , in Parris Island N.Ce. Lance Corporal Johnson's superlative performance,initiative, and loyal dedication to duty reflect great credit upon himself and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and The United States Naval Service.
This Commendation was signed By Dennis W. Ray Colonel, U.S.Marine Corps Commanding Officer
He was a tank instructer and rank of Sgt.
He died in 1990...age 83 .
He is 2nd from your viewing right , leaning on tank ( Back row )
DOB 07/10/1981 ; KIA 5/22/2007
Date he went into the Army was 5/25/1999
Kris served in Iraq from July 2003 thru April 1 , 2004
his first tour was with the 82nd Airborne Division out of Ft Bragg, NC
His second and final tour was April 8th 2007 thru May 22, 2007
He was with the Stryker Brigade out of Ft Lewis , WA Manchu unit
He is buried at Central Texas Veteran's Cemetary in Killeen,Texas
Kris in happier times....never foget him and all the rest !
and Colten (Colt) the tall stud .
Rusty will soon start boot camp (Marine ) .
Colt is still a bit young but then he is also still chasing girls !
She has served in Iraq and Japan and is on call to go to Afganistan ! Kristina grew up in Indiana .
Jeff now is a Drill Instructor Sgt. with the 3rd Recruit Training Battalion , in Parris Island N.C
Jeff went in the marines in SEPT. 12,2004 and finished boot camp in Dec. 10,2004in San Diego Cal. at Camp Pendlton. Then he went to Fort Leonard Wood ,Missouri for futher training completed that May 17 2005. then went to S.C. Camp Lajune and was deployed to Al Taqaddum Iraq 2005 to 2006.then again in 2007 to 2008. The first time he was promoted from Private First Class to Lance Corporal . The second time to Corporal to Sergeant.
On October 2nd 2005 Lance Corporal Johnson, While on watch, was responsible for reporting and initiating the medical evacuation and recovery mission for security patrol,Evil 3, which was attacked by an improvised explosive device near Al Taqaddum, Iraq. L.C Johnson's knowledge of the battle drills and the necessary flow of communications enhanced the ability of emergency personel to medevac two Marines and to recover one damaged high mobility multi-wheeled vehicle. His actions contributed to saving of Lance Corporal Zackary Knight's lifJeff now is a Drill Instructor Sgt. with the 3rd Recruit Training Battalion , in Parris Island N.Ce. Lance Corporal Johnson's superlative performance,initiative, and loyal dedication to duty reflect great credit upon himself and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and The United States Naval Service.
This Commendation was signed By Dennis W. Ray Colonel, U.S.Marine Corps Commanding Officer
He was a tank instructer and rank of Sgt.
He died in 1990...age 83 .
He is 2nd from your viewing right , leaning on tank ( Back row )
DOB 07/10/1981 ; KIA 5/22/2007
Date he went into the Army was 5/25/1999
Kris served in Iraq from July 2003 thru April 1 , 2004
his first tour was with the 82nd Airborne Division out of Ft Bragg, NC
His second and final tour was April 8th 2007 thru May 22, 2007
He was with the Stryker Brigade out of Ft Lewis , WA Manchu unit
He is buried at Central Texas Veteran's Cemetary in Killeen,Texas
Kris in happier times....never foget him and all the rest !
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This Moday is Memorial Day...everyday shold be !
While we drink our beer and eat our bugers...remember those that made it possible , both then and now !!!
Everyday should be Memorial Day !!!!!
Posted on May 24, 2009 at 11:17am —
Never forget this Brave man ! EVER !!
The following came to me in an email from my brother...please copy and send to all you know as this brave man should never be forgotten !!!!!
Ed Freeman
You're an 19 year old kid. You're critically wounded, and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley, 11-14-1965, LZ X-… Continue
Posted on April 4, 2009 at 12:48pm —
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I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve..
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
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