Monday, June 22, 2009

Father's Day


On my wedding day

Daddy,

I am so thankful that God has saw you fit to be my father.  I have learned so much from you.  You have taught me how:

To love life.
To work hard
and
to play hard.
To be loyal.
To be faithful.
To be understanding.
To love family.

Thank you for loving me and encouraging me.  Thank you for allowing me to spread my own wings and to welcome me home.  

I love you Daddy.  Happy Father's day.
xoxo- Laura

Matthew Cole


High School Graduation Day

Dear brother of mine,
Thanks for all the wonderful memories.
Happy birthday!
I am so proud of you,
of who you are
and 
who you will be.
I will always love you. 
Always.
xoxo- Laura

Graduation Party


Sunday, June 7, 2009

James II

Two things you may not know about James:
  • James is part of 2/3 company. Within 2/3 is 4 platoons (i think it is called platoons), and they are: Echo, Fox, Gulf, and Weapons. Weapons is James' platoon.
  • Along with being a machine gunner on top of humvees, he is also a layreader/layman. Basically, he steps in when the Chaplain is not availble and prays or talks to/for anyone.

I just receieved heart breaking updates from James and the two facts may help make things a bit clearer...

June 5th-
Sorry about yesterday. river city means that all communication must shut down due to a causuality. they do that so that the higher ups can get in touch with the family first. yes it was a guy from gulf. he ended up losing both his legs. it was hard for alot of guys in golf to deal with that. so if i am online and i say hey i got to go river city, it may be in my area or in another area. but just know i will let you know what happened.

June 7th:
Please pray for golf company. they had someone kia (killed in action) yestersday. it has hit really hard to some of the guys. when i came back from the patrol i was told i had to go see the first sergeant. i went and he said that i needed to go to one of their tents to see if anyone needed prayer or someone to talk too. i went to the tent and they all looked at me like what am i doing there. i told them who i was and why i was there. they said now is not a good time. i said okay, just to let you know where i live if any of you need to talk. now some of my guys are asking if God looks after us in combat. its a joy to be able to share what i believe, but at the same time it is hard. its hard because these guys resist the gospel. but the Lord is good. i hope during this time hearts will melt for him. melt for his desire. to know him more. so pray that i stay firm in the Lord, to have my words his only. to speak with gentleness but with love. to have my heart guided to the right scripture when needed.

I am on my knees.

My joy is being able to witness such great high highs and low lows. I appreciate life so much more.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

James

3.5 weeks has passed since James and I wrapped our arms around each other for our last embrace. 

We had to "stage" at a big parking lot that was luminated by lamp posts at 11pm.  The drive from our apartment to the base was a ride full of silent tears, stolen kisses, spoken promises, I-love-you's and I'll-miss-you's.  

Once we arrived, James had several check-ins and report to 'this and that' jazz. The whole night turned into a long affair of coming and goings of soldiers.  There were many other wives/girlfriends and families staying for the all nighter to say goodbye to their loved ones and praying that it wasn't the last time.

Two of James' buddies, Hinther and Thaete, hugged me goodbye and promised me that they will watch over James and bring him home to me at the end of the 7 months.  I told them that they better bring themselves home too. 

Saying goodbyes suck.... they cause havoc on my heart and mind.  

"I really hope this isn't my last hug... kiss... smile...."  
"I hope I didn't send him to his death." 
"I pray that if he does return that he is still my beloved, the one my heart knows." 


When he stepped on that bus, I climbed to the top of my car.  He slid down a window and stuck out the "I love you" hand signal. I waved an "I love you" back, blew a kiss and the tears streamed down my face as I watch the buses pull out.  I stood there for a bit, praying for God's mighty angels to surround the troop, to guide them there and to bring them home.

Like I said...  it has been 3.5 weeks.  James has been able to email me several times and here are some of the updates:

May 19th:
things got a little weird with where we are going. i dont think i will see eric. the reason why is because they sent a few guys to different areas to do the turn over. i am right now with sgt soto at a different place. its okay, they have Internet here and i am doing cog, corporal of the guard, which means i am on post for 4 hours walking around once an hour to all the post to make sure they are doing okay. so far its okay. i have to wake up their relief so that is the interesting thing because i have no idea who these guys are to wake up and where they sleep. i am sitting the coc, center of command, and i just ran into a guy that went to bootcamp with me. i came in here and said my name is yon what is yours, he said landy, i said did you go to boot camp on the east coast and where you in echo company there. he said yes and said that i looked familar, i said i was the scribe, then we just started catching up. the guys here are ready to go home. they said its been a good and long deployment. there arent showers here so they all look really rough. 

May 24th:
well i got moved again, thats why i havent been on lately. we got moved the next day from where i was at to a bigger place, then i got told that i am going back to another small area, not with my platoon, and stay there for the 7 months. so right now i am waiting for 2nd platoon to get here so that we can go to this other place. i hope you know i cant exactly tell you where i am going so ill use the word place instead. all i have been doing is waiting to get going because the sooner i start doing something the faster these months will go by. the first week went by fast for me, the second however has gone slow due to all of this sitting around and waiting bullcrap. but i do have something interesting. 

i woke up about two days ago to find a fly in my eye. i swiped it off and went back to bed. apparently that fly gave my eye pink eye. so i went to the doc they gave me some eye drops that burned like hell and made my eye go numb, then they put this black light thing on my eye to see if it scratched it, don't worry it didn't. then they gave me some more eye drops. so far it has gone away. but isnt it funny that a fly gave my eye pink eye. its so weird.

soto and i have been hanging out. he really isn't that bad of a guy when he is just one on one. he has been asking me a lot of questions about my bible and religion degree and where i stand. so its cool to be able to talk to him about that.


May 25th: 
Ok another update on where and what platoon i am in. i was sent to 2nd platoon for a total of one day. while i was there i was a team leader and vehicle leader for the 1st truck. then after doing all of the work that requires getting the trucks ready to head out, i get told that i am going back to 3rd platoon. my platoon. i was like, what the heck! keep me somewhere. well when i got back i found out that i lost my teamleader position. i am upset about that. but i am in hinthers team. which i am okay with. we have a good team. its just that i wish i had my team back. i doesn't look like i will be getting that position back anytime soon. as of right now i am still going to my original place and with my original platoon.

my eye is getting better. i have been using the tear drops that the corpman gave me. however it is hot and i have been drinking a lot of water and eating a lot. i don't think i am retaining any of it. i feel as if i am still losing weight. i have gotten to where i am drinking about 7 liters of water so far. i eat like crazy so that the water can absorb in my stomach. but i still feel as if i am losing weight.
 
i found out where the I and I stations are in michigan. one is in saginaw and the other is in grand rapids. the thing that i found out about the stations is that it is very hard to get into them. but when the time comes for me to think about re-enlisting i want to find out if i could get one of those stations and then just do nothing but pray about where we are suppose to go next. i have watched a few british movies latley and i wouldn't even mind seeing if there is a mission opportunity in great britian. hopefully scotland. or even wales. but if the Lord calls us somewhere else we will answer that call.

May 30th:
as far as being in the turret, no, i am a dismount. that means i will get out from the back of the truck when we get contact or need to get one of our guys out. its a different feeling to go from team leader to team member. but dan and i talked about that and he said he will do what he can to help me out with that. 

June 1st:
as far as i am feeling i am feeling good. yesterday eisert and myself had a layreaders service. only one person showed up. that was the lieutenant. it was just the three of us. i was reading the night before on what to read. i read from 2nd samuel 23. the versus about davids mighty men. on how each on of those men stood their ground against the enemy. but they did that with the faith of the Lord on their side. then i read from galations 6. the armour of God. then asked what are some of their prayer request and i asked the lt if he wouldn't mind if we could come up to him during the deployment and pray with one another and just ask him how he is doing. as christians we shouldn't have this separation of enlisted and officers. we are one big family so act like it. he said he didn't mind that at all and said he would be okay with that. then we prayed and that was it. a good start the meetings.   

as far as being back in the gun, i feel okay. i am the senior gunner now so whatever i tell the other gunners to do they do it. i am not in the lead truck which i am okay with, kind of wish i was though bc of my experience. we haven't had time to shower and get cleaned up in the past couple of days so i am smelling extra rank right now. its bad that you cant sleep when your own stench is what keeping you awake. so i am hoping that soon we will be able to get a shower and sit back and relax soon.

**Obviously, I have cut and pasted from my e-mails.  I decided to spare you all the mushy-mushy.**

I have been lucky to be able to talk to James about once a week through Facebook chat. He sounds alert, healthy and motivated. Also, I hope to keep posting updates for those who want to know what is going on with my man.

He would love to hear from anyone:

Lcpl Yon, James
2nd BN 3rd MARINES WPNS CO
Unit 44065
FPO AP 96607-4065

OR

james.m.yon@gmail.com

My joy is the magic of a Michigan sunset on a lonely country road.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Goodbye and Hello

I just said goodbye to a great friend.


We had a blast swimming in shark infested waters, leaping from rocky cliffs into rolling waves, slurping up delish hawaiian shave ice and soaking up the glorious sun rays.  I loved every moment of every day.  

Now that Heather is gone, I am looking forward to the day my husband returns.  It is rumored that he may be home, Saturday, in the late afternoon.  I simply won't know till the day of.

I long for his hugs again. I long for the companionship.  I long for good conversations instead of 10 words texts. 

I hope that the next two days pass by mighty quickly.  However, when he is finally home, I want time to 

s...l...o...w...l...y
o...o...z...e
o...u...t
t...h...e
m...i...n...u...t...e...s

over the one, maybe two, weeks that I have left with him.


My joy is rare two hour naps cured up in a warm blanket on a rainy afternoon.


Sunday, March 29, 2009

Shaken but not crushed...

An errand of paperwork for Sally Jo, the little red car of mine, found me plopped smack dabbed in the middle in a shady part of downtown Honolulu. Because of limited parking, I had to park the car in a dark and creepy basement parking lot. When I emerged into the warm sunlight after weaving through a maze of cars, stairways and halls, I sought out to find the specific building I was looking for.  

In the cluster of buildings, the numbers are oddly mismatched.  I walked up and down the street for 332. I see numbers 329, 330 and suddenly it jumps straight to 341. Frustrated and fed up, I walked into this walkway that was in between two buildings.  It wasn't an alley way but a inlet that allows you to go up stairways and elevators.  I spied a man and a woman sitting and eating pizza on a bench.  They didn't quite have the homeless look but they have definitely seen the harshness of poverty.  I head straight for the woman with wild black hair and tanned skin and ask if she had heard of the office I was looking for.

Suddenly the man leans over and states that he knows exactly where it is and that he would take me there. Before I know it, he led me to an elevator and we were inside of it.  This man seems to be in his late 60's, with a receding hairline and silver cavities on his front teeth.  He was not small by any means.  He stood at 6'3" or so and had a belly that would make Santa Claus proud. 

He offered up his name, Oliver, and held out his hand while asking for mine.  I simply said Laura and firmly shook his hand.  In that moment, I realize just how big this guy was and how small the elevator is.  As that nagging fear crept up my spine, sudden images of assault, robbery and rape flashed through my head.  

Still holding fast to my hand, which went limp in his, he lean closer with every personal question he asked. I gave fake or vague replies. His eyes held me captive and I forced myself to remain calm and to give him the benefit of doubt.  Perhaps he was just being a nice guy... but... still, I had that nagging feeling.  I started praying from the heart.

Finally the elevator reached the top floor and we stepped out.  Spying the office, I make a beeline for it and threw quick thanks over my shoulders.  To my dismay, he was following me, too closely for comfort.  He asked what I needed and what I wanted help with.  I just told him that I can take it from here and handle it on my own.  He was persistent.

As I step into the office, the man just stood next to me, skin to skin.  I took a step away and he step closer. I looked at the receptionist and found her looking at the guy warily.  I decided to state my business and just get the hell out of there. The lady kept eye contact with me the whole time and I think she knew that something was not right.  I just plastered a smile on my face and told her that I was fine.  She told me what I needed to do for the car and all the paperwork. I finally gathered up my stuff and hastily walked out the door.

Of course, the guy followed me right back onto the elevator.  This time he decided to get even more personal.  I had just told him that my husband was in the Marines when he had the friggin' nerve to ask me what I was doing that night.  I told him that I was working. He wanted to know the location and I told him that it didn't matter.

Stepping off the elevator, he went on explaining that we could have a lot of fun.  We could go out to the movies since he knows this place where you can watch a movie for a dollar.  He asked what I was doing the next day and the day after.  When he finally couldn't find a day that I was free, he asked me for my number.  

Unfortunately, I happened to have a pen and paper in my hand so I had to write down a fake number which I hope is no one's number and he gave me his.  The creep continued to ask if I wanted to get together the next morning and he can go with me to the marine base to help with the rest of my paperwork.  I firmly said no thank you and told him that I had to get going.

I could not walk away fast enough. I could not stop shaking. I could not get rid that awful nagging feeling.  I still had to walk back to my car. With a glance over my shoulders every few steps to be sure he wasn't following, I went back to the same garage door I came out of.  To my dismay, it was a one way and locked from the outside.  

I had to walk around the block to the entrance of the garage.  There are signs posted everywhere screaming that no pedestrians were allowed to walk down the ramp on foot.  I walked up to the paying booth and asked the lady if I could just run down the ramp to my car.  With a grumpy scowl, she growled that I better read all the signs and she better not see me go down the ramp.   She pointed out that I could go back to where the elevators are and take it down to the garage level.  I tried to explain that there was this creepy man by the elevators and that it would be just so much easier if I could run down the ramp.  She glowered at me and said, "Look lady, I can't help you anymore. I can't babysit you and walk you over to the elevators. I have a job to do."  

Blinking back the tears, I prayed and gathered up all my courage and march back to the elevators.  Without looking around, I slipped inside and quickly closed the doors. The elevator doors opened to the bottom floor.  I ran to my car and got in and locked the doors without another mishap.

The worst part of this whole thing was that there was no one here that I could drive over to their house and spill the whole story.  There is no one at my apartment that I could just fall into their arms and sob out my fears.  

However...

The best thing about this whole thing was that I had to learn the hard way to turn to Jesus. In the midst of being frighten to my core, I felt Him pulling me close and whispering that it was all over and that I was safe.  It was a learning experience that made me realize just how much I miss my husband, my family and friends, but also just how much I need to turn to the one who cares the most.

My joy is... knowing that He is there, all the time, everywhere.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Beauty in Paradise

A day after James left for training (the first training in January) on the Big Island, I flew out to Kauai to be with Mormor and Papa.  

Kauai- the "come as you are" country island is so chill that it is easy to lose track of time, to gaze into every oasis sunset, and watch the ivory moon rise as it reflects off a blue sapphire lagoon.



I so enjoyed my time with Mormor and Papa.  Mormor and Papa have 20 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.  In the midst of life, the hustle bustle of each person's own schedule and splitting attention between family and activities, it is always a joy to spend time with the grandparent alone.  It is like getting that last bite of brownies... that first smell of spring... 

We all went on a boat ride to see the world famous Napli coast.  It is so grand in its splendor.  The mysterious clouds hug the rugged coastline as the mighty waves crash upon the jagged surfaces of cliffs.  Mormor and I were in heaven just to be able to be on the water.  We could easily spend the whole day on the boat.  So the mixture of our joy and being smack dabbed in the glorious creation created a certain high... it was very addicting.

(Regardless of how my top looks on me, I promise you that I am NOT pregnant.)
As the boat swayed and rose with every swell that rolled in from the sea, flashes of grey frolic in front of the bow.  Dolphins swam in pods and happily entertained the besotted tourists.

In the distance, salt water sprouted in the breeze and we heard the captain mention for everyone to look as he steered the boat closer.  We were able to get, oh lets say, about 30 yards from the giant of the deep.  The blue whales are extremely shy and prefer to stay away, but to come up along side of one... wow.  They aren't exactly the most beautiful creature on the earth but one can't help but be in awe.


The only way to view the majestic coast line was either by boat, air or foot.  Papa and I could not fathom on how marvelous the coastline is in person so we gladly voted to hike part of the coastline trail.  The next morning we got up early and drove around the island to the first access point of the trail.

The hike was muddy, slippery and very narrow but the beauty did NOT disappoint us.  We enjoyed every bit of it.

Quick story... 

I mentioned that the trail was narrow... I really am serious.  At times the trail got so narrow and dangerous because it is muddy with a rocky cliff wall to your right and a sheer-gasp-and-swoon drop on your left.  The trail would be as narrow as eight inches wide.  The traffic was fairly heavy in both directions.  

As Papa and I were heading back, we met up with another couple head on the 8 inches strip.  In order to pass each other, we had to hug the cliff wall while the other carefully presses their body into yours as you help them pass.  I was in the midst of helping this lady pass when her foot slipped off the edge.  She went down and I grabbed for her.  Her husband and Papa reacted quickly by reaching for us.  With our hearts in our throats and blood pounding in our ears, the lady and I made eye contact.  The poor lady had pure terror in her eyes as she had one leg dangling over the edge and her fingers digging into my skin. The men gathered us up and hugged us to the wall.  Somehow we were able to make the switch and continue on down the trail with a shake of our heads and shaking whispers.  

What amazes me is that this whole thing took less than a minute, but I vividly recall that time stood still for several seconds.

(This is actually on one of the safer parts of the trail.)


At the turn around point for Papa and I, we went down to where the river met the sea.  There were signs posted every where, warning people to stay away from the mouth of the river.  The waves that crashes on the shore are so unpredictable and so powerful that many people have lost their lives.  

Of course we threw caution to the wind as it looked relatively calm.  I hung back and perch on a high rock while Papa went and stood on the beach just past the last rock.  I called out to him to get higher.  Of course, he just brushed aside my plead and just stood there marveling at the gigantic waves and snapping away pictures.  

Before he could blink, a wave crashed up on the shore and flooded the area.  He scrambled to fight the current, hold the camera above his head and leap over the rocks. The river that wasn't there suddenly rose to his waist in a matter of nanoseconds!  I finally sternly told Papa to get his butt up by me...  Still didn't listen, instead, I had to lure him with promises of snacks and water to get him to come and sit by me. 

I am sure Papa has a different side of this story.

(He went beyond the rocks.  I felt like a mother fearfully watching her child doing something dangerous)

The Waimea Canyon of Kauai is truly a sight to behold.  I faintly recall visiting the Grand Canyon.  They, of course, are very different.  I love thinking that there is this vast gorgeous canyon on one of the small Hawaiian islands.


I am so very glad that I went on this trip with Mormor and Papa.  They help ease the ache of separating from my husband.  They lighten my heart with sweet smiles, hugs and conversations. I dream of the next trip that I can take with them... just the three of us.


My joy is having 4 living grandparents that I love and adore... not many people can proudly boast that fact.