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This hurts the Heart!!
MY FIRST NOTIFICATION…………
My third or fourth day in Norfolk, I was notified of the death of a 19 year old Marine. This notification came by telephone from Headquarters Marine Corps. The information detailed:
*Name, rank, and serial number.
*Name, address, and phone number of next of kin.
*Date of and limited details about the Marine’s death.
*Approximate date the body would arrive at the Norfolk Naval Air Station.
*A strong recommendation on whether the casket should be opened or closed.
The boy’s family lived over the border in North Carolina, about 60 miles away. I drove there in a Marine Corps staff car. Crossing the state line into North Carolina , I stopped at a small country store / service station / Post Office. I went in to ask directions.
Three people were in the store. A man and woman approached the small Post Office window. The man held a package. The Store owner walked up and addressed them by name, “Hello John. Good morning Mrs. Cooper.”
I was stunned. My casualty’s next-of-kin’s name was John Cooper!
I hesitated, then stepped forward and said, “I beg your pardon. Are you Mr. and Mrs. John Cooper of (address.)
The father looked at me – I was in uniform – and then, shaking, bent at the waist, he vomited. His wife looked horrified at him and then at me. Understanding came into her eyes and she collapsed in slow motion.
I think I caught her before she hit the floor.
The owner took a bottle of whiskey out of a drawer and handed it to Mr. Cooper who drank. I answered their questions for a few minutes. Then I drove them home in my staff car. The store owner locked the store and followed in their truck. We stayed an hour or so until the family began arriving.
I returned the store owner to his business. He thanked me and said, “Mister, I wouldn’t have your job for a million dollars.” I shook his hand and said; “Neither would I.”
I vaguely remember the drive back to Norfolk. Violating about five Marine Corps regulations, I drove the staff car straight to my house. I sat with my family while they ate dinner, went into the den, closed the door, and sat there all night, alone.
My Marines steered clear of me for days. I had made my first death notification
MY FIRST NOTIFICATION…………
My third or fourth day in Norfolk, I was notified of the death of a 19 year old Marine. This notification came by telephone from Headquarters Marine Corps. The information detailed:
*Name, rank, and serial number.
*Name, address, and phone number of next of kin.
*Date of and limited details about the Marine’s death.
*Approximate date the body would arrive at the Norfolk Naval Air Station.
*A strong recommendation on whether the casket should be opened or closed.
The boy’s family lived over the border in North Carolina, about 60 miles away. I drove there in a Marine Corps staff car. Crossing the state line into North Carolina , I stopped at a small country store / service station / Post Office. I went in to ask directions.
Three people were in the store. A man and woman approached the small Post Office window. The man held a package. The Store owner walked up and addressed them by name, “Hello John. Good morning Mrs. Cooper.”
I was stunned. My casualty’s next-of-kin’s name was John Cooper!
I hesitated, then stepped forward and said, “I beg your pardon. Are you Mr. and Mrs. John Cooper of (address.)
The father looked at me – I was in uniform – and then, shaking, bent at the waist, he vomited. His wife looked horrified at him and then at me. Understanding came into her eyes and she collapsed in slow motion.
I think I caught her before she hit the floor.
The owner took a bottle of whiskey out of a drawer and handed it to Mr. Cooper who drank. I answered their questions for a few minutes. Then I drove them home in my staff car. The store owner locked the store and followed in their truck. We stayed an hour or so until the family began arriving.
I returned the store owner to his business. He thanked me and said, “Mister, I wouldn’t have your job for a million dollars.” I shook his hand and said; “Neither would I.”
I vaguely remember the drive back to Norfolk. Violating about five Marine Corps regulations, I drove the staff car straight to my house. I sat with my family while they ate dinner, went into the den, closed the door, and sat there all night, alone.
My Marines steered clear of me for days. I had made my first death notification
As tramdic as it is for the notifier, you will never understand the gratitude of the family, who understandably are distraught, but appreciate the efforts made by that person who came to notify them. It's that last line to their love one that's hard to grasp.This hurts the Heart!!
MY FIRST NOTIFICATION…………
My third or fourth day in Norfolk, I was notified of the death of a 19 year old Marine. This notification came by telephone from Headquarters Marine Corps. The information detailed:
*Name, rank, and serial number.
*Name, address, and phone number of next of kin.
*Date of and limited details about the Marine’s death.
*Approximate date the body would arrive at the Norfolk Naval Air Station.
*A strong recommendation on whether the casket should be opened or closed.
The boy’s family lived over the border in North Carolina, about 60 miles away. I drove there in a Marine Corps staff car. Crossing the state line into North Carolina , I stopped at a small country store / service station / Post Office. I went in to ask directions.
Three people were in the store. A man and woman approached the small Post Office window. The man held a package. The Store owner walked up and addressed them by name, “Hello John. Good morning Mrs. Cooper.”
I was stunned. My casualty’s next-of-kin’s name was John Cooper!
I hesitated, then stepped forward and said, “I beg your pardon. Are you Mr. and Mrs. John Cooper of (address.)
The father looked at me – I was in uniform – and then, shaking, bent at the waist, he vomited. His wife looked horrified at him and then at me. Understanding came into her eyes and she collapsed in slow motion.
I think I caught her before she hit the floor.
The owner took a bottle of whiskey out of a drawer and handed it to Mr. Cooper who drank. I answered their questions for a few minutes. Then I drove them home in my staff car. The store owner locked the store and followed in their truck. We stayed an hour or so until the family began arriving.
I returned the store owner to his business. He thanked me and said, “Mister, I wouldn’t have your job for a million dollars.” I shook his hand and said; “Neither would I.”
I vaguely remember the drive back to Norfolk. Violating about five Marine Corps regulations, I drove the staff car straight to my house. I sat with my family while they ate dinner, went into the den, closed the door, and sat there all night, alone.
My Marines steered clear of me for days. I had made my first death notification
Dang it, I was just coming back to take my guess.
The little blue bracelet provides a clue.
Yes . Looks familiar
That would be chocolate fudge drizzled with condensed milk.
Naked Woman Gets Into Barbaric Fight in Venice Beach, Spiked Clubs Used
A naked woman went on a mini rampage in L.A. this week -- attacking folks at Venice Beach ... but another lady was equally ready to throw down, with medieval weapons no less.
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Guess they didn't get the memo that it's a gentleman's game:
Never says anything about India or Africa. Who knows his first name might have been Black and last name Sambo
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OK, I give up! What-fucking -ever, I haven't read the book in close to 65 years! And I didn't just happen to (like some) have a copy close by. My point was, wokeness and DEI is ruining young children, pure and simple. In my four or five year old mind I thought Sambo was a badass for turning tigers into butter. There was no color or nationality involved. I was making fun of myself and the do-gooders that turn a fun innocent story into a a shitfight. At the time "Sambo" was read to me the only thing I knew about Africa was that was where lions, Elephants and Tarzan lived. Aladdin and people that played flutes to cobras lived in india. I was totally colorblind until (age 13) when I went to high school in the big city. I apologize that some of my comments go right over peoples heads. Then again, I think some people would try to discredit and argue with a stop sign. Look's like my comments got some people to pull out their "Little Black/Brave Sambo" book and fact check my intended sarcastic, attempt at humor, jab at leftist goofy idiots.
Now that was a perfectly good way to miss half a 1955 episode of Gunsmoke, hell Miss Kitty was so young she didn't even have a beauty mark yet.
Please, some people would rather argue about a children's book, bicycles or horsepower than look at pretty girls.
I personally, am real partial to the pretty girls.
I personally, am real partial to the pretty girls.
Continuing the clue game:
"Christina also does not have air conditioning in her house. She has only ____ to keep cool during the summer"...
crabsContinuing the clue game:
"Christina also does not have air conditioning in her house. She has only ____ to keep cool during the summer"...
I still remember my mom reading that book to my brothers and me in the 50's.The original was black, some time in the 50s or 60s the alternate "brave" version was released.
I think the black version is still in print somewhere.
God bless her heart for "paving the way" for black country singers.
Maybe she'll finally break into the country music hall of fame for black people
My private men’s only “jujitsu” sessions are really improving my flexibility. Next sesh bring the punt gun.
Can we give them the Google AI treatment and turn them all white? I'm sure the liberals will be cool with itGod bless her heart for "paving the way" for black country singers.
Maybe she'll finally break into the country music hall of fame for black people
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