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GUEST POST: From my brother Joe!!


(of whom I am VERY proud!!!)
I had the opportunity during my last two weeks at the Army War College to take an elective class. I choose "German Counterinsurgency Operations on the Eastern Front, 1941-44." The professor was a Ph.D. in history with an emphasis on the WWII Eastern Front. What can I say - fascinating!

My classmates, most just as familiar with the history of the German counterinsurgency as he was, would ask questions about individual German or Soviet Commanders and we would get a response that included background, family, religion, military experience, personality, journal entries and perspective. I was astounded at the level of knowledge and took notes like a wild man.

I'm honored that I can call my classmates at the Army War College friends. They are fighting, and dare I say, winning the war against violent Islamic fundamentalists...in spite of the leadership, bureaucracy and media challenges. But, as you know, there is still time to loose this war. One dramatic experience I came away with was the optimism that these fighters have about what is happening in Iraq. We have the potential to make a difference. We are on the cusp of creating a good and stable nation in Iraq - it probably won't take the 50 years and 50,000 casualties it took us to help create a good a stable nation in South Korea. But it will take more than 5 years and 5,000 casualties. Will we do it? That is to be decided, rightly, by our civilian leadership. Just know that we can do it if we as a nation are committed and given the chance!

I want to tell you about a couple of my classmates. Jeff is a southern gentleman from Tennessee. He is a Colonel in the Tennessee Army National Guard and has command of a Calvary Battalion. He has served two combat tours in Iraq and is going back next spring. His great-great-great grandfather rode with Buford Forrest in the Civil War. He is a student of history and leadership. Soldiers in Tennessee line up to get into his command. He stays in touch with Iraqi and Kurdish Generals he served with previously. He brought moonshine to our party and generously shares it with everyone. He quietly sits in the back and listens to the rest of us run off our mouths. On his left wrist is a small black bracelet with the names of troops under his command that were killed in Iraq. I've invited him to visit Utah when he gets back from Iraq.

Mark is a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Marine Corps. As you know, I have a deep respect for Marines. I've never met one I didn't like. At our social functions I was the designated driver for my classmates - responsible to get them back to the hotel. I explained to the Army Officers that in August 1942 (66 years ago this month) at the battle of Guadalcanal the Navy abandoned the Marines on the island when the Japanese fleet came fighting back. This is an embarrassing chapter in USN - USMC relations. I reassured Mark that the Navy would not leave the Marines stranded at any social activities in Carlisle...I didn't leave him stranded, and I think I did my part improving USN-USMC relations. Compared to last year, he seemed to be partying a little heavy....however; I learned that upon graduation he was leaving to serve in Iraq. Right now, Mark is leading Marines in combat.

Judy is an active duty Colonel in the Army Nurse Corps. She just received command of an Army hospital in California. She was able to share with the rest of us the unique challenges of health professionals that serve in trauma units in Iraq and Afghanistan. She said they suffer the most when children are brought in after a terrorist attack in civilian population areas. The terrorists specifically target women and children and have started to use them to conduct suicide attacks.

Dan is a civilian at the State Department in charge of their information technology. His daughter just finished her plebe year at the Naval Academy. I tried to provide all the Navy support I could - but it wasn't really necessary. He already has more Navy paraphernalia than I do.

Maria returned from Iraq last year. She had command of troops that were supporting the training of Iraqi police and army officers. She has two teenage children and has decided to join the reserves and stay at home as much as possible. I admire her devotion to her family, her values and her dedication to her Church. She was able to invite a civilian co-worker to our class for the last couple of days. Maria worked with her while in Iraq. This lady works for the State of New York Port Authority and was in the Trade Center when it was hit on 9/11/2001. Many of her co-workers were killed that day. She evacuated after the hit, and then she decided to re-enter the burning building and rescued a couple of people before it collapsed. Her time in Iraq was as a civilian and she said that she felt civilians needed to do more to help the military in the war against violent Islamic fundamentalists. She is an amazing woman.

For some reason, the south has always provided a disproportionate number of officers and soldiers to the United States military. Scottie is a big, smiling Colonel from the North Carolina National Guard. He will be a General soon. He served in Afghanistan doing detainee operations - holding and interrogating the bad guys. His perspective on that mission was very interesting; he is trained to watch body language and perceive the thoughts and motivations of people. In his civilian job he is a senior police investigator, and like most cops I've known, he was calm, down to earth and generally a good guy. One day, however, he uncharacteristically snapped at one of the other people in class. It was startling. Later in the afternoon he apologized for his outburst. He said he had just received word that a close friend of his in the North Carolina State Police had been shot in the back of the head and killed by a petty criminal at a convenience store. Iraq is not the only violent place with problems.

What did I learn at the Army War College? It is all about the people. Weak, bad individuals will take advantage of the chaos of war and become part of the problem. Strong, capable and bad people impose war on others. The United States is far from perfect, but we are the good guys. We must fight the strong, capable and bad people. We have to keep the weak, bad people out of the fight. The United States Military is a tool of our civilian leadership - Congress and the media are not the enemy, they provide the necessary checks to too much power. It is not easy for someone to lower himself into the hell of war and remain good - but we try very hard to do just that. My friends are the good guys, they are fighting...again...for the freedom of others and to defend their family, their nation and their Constitution. I'm honored to have such friends.
(I am privledged and honored to add such heart-felt, thoughtful, important thoughts and opionions mixed with ideas, to my very humble blog. I hope that Joe will contribute again, and soon!! The patriotic, grateful side of me loves it when I can learn something from my brillant and wise brother. God Bless America and its citizens. God bless these devoted people who love and serve our country. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for these service men and women!!!)

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES!?

I stumbled upon this little habitation on one of my hikes!! Im glad I didnt meet its occupant!! I wonder what she looks like?
I should do some research.
I have learned so far....
*There are more than 900,000 known species of insects in the world.
*No two spider webs are the same.
*The blood of mammals is red, the blood of insects is yellow, and the blood of lobsters is blue.
*The venom of a female black widow spider is more potent than that of a rattlesnake.
*There are more insects in one square mile of rural land than there are human beings in the entire earth!!!

"If you want to live and thrive, let the spider run alive."
-American Quaker saying
One of the few things I did in order to prepare for Clarks departure was to bake up a storm, and fill the freezer with yummy cookies!! I even had left-overs for Lake Powell!!! My sweet niece, Carly, has asked me for my recipes. My motto: share one, share all!!! Here's how to make the cookies that Im willing to take the time and effort to actually bake!!!



GINGERSNAPS
(Annas favorite)


1 1/2 cups of shortening
2 cups brown sugar
1/2 cups molasses
2 eggs
Beat until fluffy

4 1/2 cups of flour
4 tsp. soda
1 tsp. salt
2 tsp. ginger
2 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. cloves

Mix dry ingredients together with wet ingredients.
Roll into small balls, then roll in sugar.
Bake-375 degrees
Time-10 minutes
Yummmmmm





CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES
(Clark and Brians favorite)


2/3 cups shortening
2/3 cups butter
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup brown sugar-packed
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. soda
1 tsp. salt
3 cups flour
2 cups semi-sweet chips

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees. Mix shortening, butter, sugars, eggs, and vanilla. Stir in remaining ingredients. Bake on ungreased cookie sheet 8-10 minutes

Yummmmmmy to the tummmy!!!!
(pics from flickr)

LAST DAYS


( Two years of stuff in only 2 suitcases?? We did it!!!! )


Show me anywhere else on this planet where a 19 year old boy is willing to turn over his life for 2 years and become a tool for his Savior and his fellowman. It’s a joy and wonder to be sure.
The building of a missionary is an impressive thing to behold and to contribute to. So much effort and faith is involved.

( Will he always be a goof ball??? I sure hope so!!!)


There are a LOT of implements required in this ‘construction’ process. Things like Mothers and Fathers, brothers and sisters, grandparents, progenitors, cousins, aunts and uncles. Other ‘tools’- prayers and more prayers; bishops; Sunday school teachers and primary teachers; inspired Stake Presidents, and friends. Then one has to mix a little of this with a LOT of that- faith, circumstance, spirit, courage, a personal witness, inspiration, and even a little peer pressure.

( How about this- somebody thats taller than Elder Clarky!! )

After ‘mixing’ all these things together, along with the many tears and letters, and doctors visits and shopping sprees and prayers, we find ourselves headed to the MTC (missionary training center) A center where 52 languages are taught, where 400-800 missionaries descend each week, where 400 gallons of milk are consumed each day!!




( What's Clark going to miss the most.......?????)


(Beautiful cousins)



MTC statement of purpose:
"In an atmosphere of love, trust, confidence, and respect, we will help missionaries draw nearer to God and develop greater converting power so that more of Heavenly Father’s children will accept the gospel, receive saving ordinances. And come unto Him.”

( Dork dots at the MTC )

There are no words to adequately describe the Spirit of the MTC. 5 minutes within the walls of this remarkable place will inspire anyone with the desire to serve. I always find in myself a real sense of jealousy that Im not able to stay and partake. That Im not going to be able to share the experiences that these fine young men and women will do for 18 months or 2 yrs. I find that I just don’t want to leave. There is nowhere else on earth like it.



There is the dreaded orientation that must be endured. But first there's the long walk down the hall to the large room where those infamous LDS commercials are playing on several Tvs around the room. All the ‘spots’ are about the importance of families. I suppose they are shown in hope of making us feel better about what is about to happen 30 minutes later. I on the other hand wonder……my family is going to split apart yet again, another cherished member is departing to a far off region of the planet. For 2 years!! And I wont be permitted to call or drop by this place or at any time throughout this stint. I am curtailed to the written word and 2 phone calls a year!! “Its about Family; Its about Time.” Be still my heart, be still my negative thoughts. I really do want this for my son. It just hurts so. After the commercial fest, the meeting is call to order and we sing, “Called to Serve” Then the president of the MTC and his wife spend a few moments, telling us what a day in the life a missionary will be like within these walls. Meeting, Meetings, and more Meetings. Classes and more Classes. Temple trips (just across the street) and devotionals with Church leaders, twice a week.


Then its time to say good-bye. They encourage us to use the ‘band-aide’ method. Pull if off quick and get it over with. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We, as parents and family are instructed to go through one set of doors and on to the exits, while the missionaries, our sons and daughters, are to go through a different set of doors. Here is where I slip into what I’ve heard called the ‘ugly cry.’ Poor Clark. I cling a little bit. My ‘elder’ rolls his eyes and desires nothing more than to move along. He’s all about do’in it quick!! Hes out the door almost before I know what hits me.

( First instructions)

And his mission is officially underway!! He’ll be spending 12 weeks within these sacred walls. We have already heard from him and sense his comfort at being there.



(Oh those dreaded front doors, there's no turning back now!!)


Once again I find that Im offering up the very best that I have-another son- to the service of the Lord.

Who Else is Getting Puppy Hungry!!

turn off my music below to hear this!!!

My Brother's Having a Birthday Tomorrow!!





My dear 'little' brother Joe!!
I have no idea how you react to birthdays?? Knowing you, they don't phase you in the slighest. But if this one finds you a little ruffled-if you are beginning to feel your mortality a little bit more... Know this:
1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. You are special and unique.
7. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
9. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look.
10. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

and always remember...

'Whenever God closes one door he always opens another-even though sometimes, it's hell in the hallway!'

I so love and admire you dear bro!! I shake my head in awe and wonder at the person you have become. The world is so much a better place because you are in it. I just so wish that we could see more of each other. Its not fair that you live only a few hours away, and we see each other only a handful of times a year. Its NOT ENOUGH!!

Remember this:
"Happiness keeps you sweet, trials keep you strong, sorrows keep you human, life keeps you humble, success keeps you glowing, but only God keeps you going!!!" Amen Brother!!!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

TEXAS PICTURES!!!

Hna. Forte and Hna. Dunkin and I at Sweet Tomato, my favorite resturant, on my birthday!!
Sister Dubose (baby) and I
Look at my sweet farmers tan!!
Look at the cute slippers she gave me!! And our toothbrushes just happened to match!! Happy Day!!!
Sister DuBose and I!!
We three trainers. This was the breakfast at the mission home where we met our "babies."
Last morning together!! These build-a-bears were a gift from the wonderful Negron family, and the bear speaks!!! Its says, "I love you Stephenson." Their little 2 yr old boy is so cute!!!

Should I Worry About What I Look Like In a Swimsuit?

Ya gotta love Jim Carrey!! He takes a famous designers ideas, and improves on it????
Always good for a chuckle and a smile!! Love the guy! Where is he by the way? I haven't seen him on the silver screen for quite some time. I wonder what he's working on now?

Thanks, Cup of Jo!!

Now I Remember!!!!!

Lake Powell is my Favorite Place!!!
Sunsets were/are out of this world!!
The water was perfect!!
We were greeted with awesome sunrises.




I've always gotta have a foot shot!!


A beautiful stroll!!

Family is where its at!!!




I missed taking the pic of the BIG fish!!!


Father and son being nuts!!!

One more foot shot!!



Thank you, Thank you, Paul and Cathy and Richard!! It was a fabulous few days!!