RE: Must Read! Hurricane Katrina
Well guys, I guess it’s time to give you all an update on how Sarge is doing….
I actually thought about this for a couple of months because I was not sure about putting this story out on the Internet. I feel like enough of the guys on Steel Soldiers have become my friends and perhaps I owe them an explanation about my behavior and absence for the last few months. This is a story about love, terrible loss, and friendship, if you cannot handle that, stop reading now.
My son, Johnny, was born in 1988 when I was stationed in Germany. I lived there with him and my daughter Denise (born 1991) until their mother and I divorced in 1999. Since then, every summer my children came to the US and we went camping. We would drive all over the US for 3 or 4 weeks and live in a tent. My kids saw 46 states in seven years. When my son graduated German High School in 2005, he asked if he could join the USMC. I told him he was too young, but also I convinced him that if he would get a college degree, he would enjoy the Corps better as an officer. So, in 2006, when he was 17, he came to live with me in Texas. He had to take the GED, because his German diploma was too confusing for the authorities here. He passed his GED in the top 4% of all high school graduates. I was especially proud because English is not his first language. He took his college admission tests and scored high enough to choose any degree path he wanted. If you have not yet caught on, I am boasting about my son, he really is something special. He was 18 on November 20th, 2006. It was a great party. He loved to come out to my ranch and drive my military trucks through the woods, especially my M1009 which he scratched all to hell. He got his first driving license in December 2006, and after only 3 days behind the wheel, had a head on with someone going 60mph. I arrived at the scene of the accident and I’ll be honest, I cried to see him standing there with only a sprained ankle. I was so happy that he was okay.
On March 26th this year he went out the door to his college. As he ran out, he shouted “Bye, Bye Daddy, I love you”
I never saw him again.
He died in the college parking lot from carbon monoxide poisoning. It was a heavy rainstorm and he fell asleep in the parking lot. We did not find him until the 28th.
Guys, let me tell you about friends. Rory and Jeff, two former military guys who also have green disease, stayed the next two weeks with me 24/7. Tracy from Biloxi, that’s right, my buddy that I went to save after Katrina, he was here with his wife Kathy in less than 24 hours. These guys fed me, clothed me and were just there for me for the next couple of weeks.
Well, it’s now four and a half months later and the pain of loss still cripples me.
Let me tell you again about friends…..
I could not have survived without them…
Let me tell you again about friends…..