From: Ben517@aol.com
Sent: Thursday, June 24, 2004 9:29 PM
To: undisclosed-recipients:
Subject: MAIL CALL NO. 716 517TH PRCT--JUNE 24, 2004
Hello,
 
Tom Cross has informed me that Clark Archer was rushed to the hospital where he collapsed and was given oxygen. Apparently was given too much oxygen and had to remain in the hospital for a few days. He is home now and at times is able to take brief phone calls. I've talked to Mrs. Archer and she says that it is okay to call for  it is a comfort to know that people are concerned.  Clark is the 517 historian and I've relied on him as final authority on 517 matters. However, for the past couple weeks he was not able to come to the phone at the time that I called.
 
Merle McMorrow has had his book published and we have the information about it on the website as well as in this Mail Call. Merle was a past president of our association  and I believe is the only member of the 517 that was in Bastogne during the siege. The book should be a must read for 517 members and friends of the 517.
 
Bob Christie informs me that the Thunderbolt will go to the printers in about a week.
 
The 517 has had no column on the Static Line in recent issues. Howard Hensleigh tells me that he did a lot of work in writing a column  that was not published and was not offered an explanation of why it did not get published.
Ben
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Iraq combat: What it's really like over there
The Internet, which fills our inboxes with spam and scams every day and 
keeps our delete keys shiny, occasionally delivers a real keeper, such as 
the words below, which were written by a graduate of West Point, Class of 2003, 
who's now at war in Iraq.
The full article will be available on the Web for a limited time:
http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/newssentinel/news/editorial/8992746.htm
Jesse Darden
Ben, Here is an item from my daughter-in-law that I think would be good to
share in mail call. Jesse Darden
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Chrissy Darden" <happymommy@thedardens.net>
To: <happymommy@thedardens.net>
Sent: Wednesday, June 23, 2004 4:58 PM
Subject: The Military


The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society
as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a
beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for
work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has
never collected unemployment either.

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has
a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and
roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howizzitor. He is 10 or
15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working
or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field
strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher
and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines
and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to
stop or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not
without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets
of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and 
his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but
never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own
clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water
with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition
with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like
they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that
is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half
the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering
and death then he should have in his short lifetime.


He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat
and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate
through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning
desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to
stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and
day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is
paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is
the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200
years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and
understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration
with his blood. And now we even have woman over there in danger,
doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation
calls us to do so.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they
protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for
us in our time of need. Amen."

Please stop for a moment and say a prayer
for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in
the air, and for those in Iraq.