Thank You Son…
November 11, 2009

Each Veterans Day I celebrate and honor those Veterans, who have served in the military of the United States of America. The two Veterans whom I honor most, my Mother and Father. Both served in World War II. Mother as one of the first Army Corps Wac (Women’s Army Corps) nurses, Dad with General George Patton in Europe. However, this year the number one soldier on my mind is yet to be a veteran, he’s my (19) year old soldier son, Jonathan. He is a private serving in Afghanistan close to the Pakistan border.
For half of Jonathan’s youth becoming a soldier is what he wanted, though he could never, nor has shared, or been able to explain why he wanted to be a soldier. For each soldier there may be a hidden sense of duty to serve in the military, yet the overwhelming reasons lie deeper, only known to the soldier. In the end does it really matter? I know our entire family is proud, and awaiting Jonathan’s safe return.
The communication company that sells phone cards to soldiers overseas gave each free minutes for Veteran’s day. I’m very grateful sense, I, along with each member of Jonathan’s family were the benefactors of the communication company’s generosity. I received my call from Jonathan late last night. Jonathan has called a couple of times before since being deployed in June of this year. Any time I can hear his voice it’s a blessing from God. I know every member of the family feels the same when they receive Jonathan’s call as well. It’s as though I can give him some protection from my voice, and he may feel the same when he talks with his family, a sense of security that Uncle Sam can’t ever give. I know Jonathan is a good soldier and stands strong on his own two feet, he’s been trained well, and has great support from other veteran soldiers serving with him.
Nonetheless, a parent never stops worrying about their children regardless of that child’s age. My prayers go out to all of America’s Service men and women, and to our veterans, Thank You for your service and for giving every American a sense of protection and security of our own.
I’m david, and this is my Opinion…111109.
On the Write Again
July 1, 2009
December 30th 2008 marked my last entry. It was December 30th 2008 my son left for boot camp in the U.S. Army. Last night Jonathan left for Afghanistan, combat duty. It’s times like this and when the daughters with my grandchildren come to visit, then go. That we truly realize how short a time we had with them while they were children. My son is a mere nineteen year of age, if his maturity and adult status were previously in question. Jonathan will soon face that point of no return into club adulthood. I’m not cheering. Business has been great the past several months, for which I place most of the blame on, for the lack of writing. After 23 years as a freelance writer and comedian, I’ve built a small by strong and in demand Internet Media Company headquartered in the White Mountains of Arizona. I had hoped with the success of Media DUCK Global, I’d have more time to write. Wrong. However, it looks like that is changing with more staff. And God willing you’ll be reading more and more of, David’s Opinion. I am david, and this is david’s Opinion… 70109.

I, Jonathan, and Grandson Ian
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!
December 30, 2008

Jonathan left home this morning flying from Los Angeles California to Fort Leonard Wood Missouri, where he’ll begin basic training with an accelerated MOS 21 Bravo training as a Combat Engineer. Three months, then deployment. Jonathan is a brother, stepbrother, uncle, brother-in-law, and best friend to all in the family. Most of all, Jonathan is I and his mother’s son. Our only son.
Mixed feeling about Jonathan joining the U.S. Army, would be an understatement. Even Dr. Quack for a moment, turned on edge. After all Dr. Quack can remember a baby Jonathan strapped in a baby backpack on my back while the Doctor and I entertained alongside the USO for military men, women and veterans throughout America over the years. Most notedly in Fallon, Nevada. Fallon a frequent engagement for (7 or 9) years if memories serve me. And an event at the County Fair where Jonathan’s sisters attended as well, several times. Ah the memories.
The days leading to this day have been emotional. Until yesterday when I realized my discontent was my self-ishness. Jonathan could be going to Africa with the Peace Corp, and I’d have the same feelings. But there’s a significant difference between going off with the Peace Corp, Vs going off to combat training with the U.S. Army and then deployment to where?
Fathers, Mothers, sisters and brothers can hold onto memories, but not an object, or person, in this case Jonathan forever. As parents we easily find our self trying to do so, but as a parent we ultimately find the strength to let go and let the eagle fly. Knowing that if we as parents have done our best, and loved well, he’ll return home ‘God Willing’ frequently.
I can’t answer any more so, than Jonathan himself why he volunteered to potentially, most likely go off to war. Jonathan and I share a bonded soul. He, if ‘God Wills.’ Will be, an exceptional warrior. With a heart loyal and loving. And the strength and character of a lion needed to be a warrior. Jonathan, ‘Will come marching home again.’ It is perhaps Jonathan’s greatest strength, his loyalty to God, family, and those he serves.
Of all the memories I have of Jonathan. The greatest is of his willingness to serve and help others. But being a partial product of the Xbox generation he graduated from High School with a disproportionate picture of self-worth. As a son, brother, uncle and friend there could be none better. But for a young man close to nineteen and a Xbox graduate. The reality of life and what to do with it, was a sobering cold shower, and truth needed to be faced. It was no secret Jonathan had his mind-set for years on being in the military. But when the realty of Jonathan joining the Army hit me, it was an awaking in itself, opening the door to many emotions.
I’m not going to psychoanalyze my son’s reasoning. I am proud of his strength to choose his own path, whether it had been something else or as is, the U.S. Army. Our souls bonded, that’s not a franchise Jonathan has shared alone with me. His is a loving soul that’s bonded with the entire family, rooted in loyalty, a trait he will bring to the U.S. Army.
Despite Jonathan’s successes and failures I have always been proud of him. The same of my daughters. As they have all shown of me. That is, loyalty for God, Family, and Country, what else is more important? I pray, Jonathan will come home marching again, Hurrah! Hurrah!…I am david and this is david’s Opinion. 123008
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
Lambert, Louis (Patrick Gilmore). “When Johnny Comes Marching Home”. Boston: Henry Tolman & Co. (1863)
If Only, What’s Important at Christmas, were What’s Important, Everyday of the Year…
December 25, 2008
What a blessed world we’d have. On a Day when many if not most this Christmas are thanking God above for what we have, rather than what we are missing out this Christmas. It could be missing family, diminished finances, the list goes on. We easily forget the spiritual and yes even the secular reason of Christmas. Wether it’s the secular idea of giving, sharing, family, and a long, but often too short Winter’s Nap before returning to business as usual after the New Year. Or the spiritual celebration of God’s greatest gift in the birth of his Son Jesus Christ. Christ, whose life model we excel to imitate, miserably I might add. But God knows the heart and I thank God for that everyday.
Grandfather taught I should celebrate Christmas everyday of the year. Not the Idealism, but the spirit. Not necessarily a material gift to someone everyday, how about a gift of servitude to the world. At the least, the boss, associate, partner, co-worker, wife, child, parent at your side each day. What can you do to make their day, this day better. How great would that be? I can honestly say, it’s great.
How about the spirit of believing everyday of your life what you have, what I have, is all we will ever need. Stress be gone, greed say ‘Hasta La Vista.’ The greatest gift God could give to mankind was His own Son. In part the example for our daily model is, we should give part if not all of ourself to one another.
Regardless that you subscribe to the same belief as I or not. The spirit of Christmas is reasoned. The world is proof goodness flows. The catch is that you, we, must have faith. We can believe anything, at any given moment. But it’s faith that defines the strength of our believe. There isn’t the need for despair with faith, when that faith is rooted in the true meaning of Christmas. If you haven’t found this to be your path. God is patient.
Wishing all, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year…I am david, and this is david’s Opinion…122408

