Archive for September, 2006

The Forgotten

Posted in Uncategorized on September 29, 2006 by Budd Black

I served in the Army from 1996 to 2000. Unless you went to Bosnia, which I did not, actual deployments did not happen. This was piece time. I did serve in Korea, but the fact that they are technically still at war is not the same as an actual combat deployment. I entered and exited the Army in a time of relative peace.

Flash forward to the invasion of Afghanistan in 2001 and then the invasion of Iraq in . Most of the people I served with are still there, my friends, my brothers. The time of peace that we shared is over, people are dying, and I felt guilty.

I would search the news reports daily to make sure that no one that I knew was killed. I wanted to be there. Not because I was heroic, and not to defend my country, but because I knew that those guys depended upon me once and now the position I once filled was being filled by someone not as well trained.

Overlook the fact that the person was probably trained just as well as I was. Overlook the fact that in the amount of time since I left, the platoon I was in would have shifted and I may not even recognize half of the soldier anymore. I wasn't being rational. I still had a sense of duty to the people I had worked with. Thank God I never saw a name I recognized.

This is common in soldiers who separate from the armed service. It is stressful for them to know that their unit is in harms way and they are not going with them. We think, "I could be the difference. Maybe I would see that IED that others would miss." They may not have wanted to be in the military anymore, but they feel responsible for the lives of their brothers still.

Parents, wives, husbands, and other family members have it a lot easier. They only have to worry about their son/daughter or husband/wife. The separated soldier has their old platoon, the people they went to basic/AIT with, Jones from Charlie company, Miller who got promoted and stationed elsewhere, Smitty, the guy in the other battalion that they played B-ball with, and etc. I imagine the higher the rank the higher the anxiety. Sgt. Anderson probably wonders if he trained his soldiers well enough, if he taught them a lesson that would safe their life.

The soldiers that are there need our support. The injured need our shoulder to lean on. The parents of the fallen need our heartfelt sympathy. But, don't forget the separated soldier. He doesn't need much, maybe just a clap on the back and "how you doing." but he does not deserve to be pushed aside. Biological brothers are mentioned in obituaries, fraternal ones seldom get that acknowledgement.

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Submissions wanted

Posted in Uncategorized on September 29, 2006 by Budd Black

A friend of mine is wanting to edit an anthology. I am asking for submissions. If this is successful he will use lulu to print the book. An contribution that is selected will get to buy the book at cost from lulu as well as get an equal percentage of the profits.

Submissions need to be in a word document and need to be at least 1 thousand words and no more than 10 thousand.

Submissions will need to be fiction and focus on the setting of what Heaven will be like. Heaven as defined as the place where Christians that are saved go when they die. You can email your submissions to

Now, go forth and write.

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The Closet-blogisode 7

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on September 28, 2006 by Budd Black

Shirley immediately lowered herself to the girls level and softly asked her name. "It's ok, I don't want to hurt you," she said even softer. The girl made no move to respond in any way.

"boombaboomboomboom." Someone was coming down the stares. Shirley rose back up and then looked down at the girl. It seemed impossible but the child looked even more scared than she had seconds before. Their eyes connected and Shirley felt the irresistible urge to hide. Again, it was as if her body worked independently of her mind. Her feet backed her into the closet. It was no longer full of the comforting warmth. Instead, it was cold, and coupled with the fear of the child, she was chilled to the bone. She pulled the door to and left about an inch where she could look out.

A man burst into the room. Six foot tall and overweight, he was balding and had bags under his eyes. His shoes were crushed down on the outside of his feet. The sour reek of beer mixed with sweat filled the room as the man nearly did himself.

"Why the hell aren't you sleeping." he yelled at the girl as he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She hit the bed and was scrambling backwards before she had time to bounce twice. She curled up in the corner so tight she pushed the bed away from the wall a little. The man, Shirley knew this was her dad, walked around and kicked the bed back into place with a little laugh.

The girl was staring right at her. Shirley new that the man, her dad, would notice. Was the girl trying to giver her up? If he treated his child this way, how would he treat her? Sure enough, the father noticed his daughters stare and looked at the closet. Through gritted teeth he asked, "What are you looking at?" He started walking toward the closet.

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QotD: All My Pets

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on September 28, 2006 by Budd Black

How many pets have you owned in your lifetime? Tell us about them.
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Growing up, we always had pets.  I remember a time when my grandparents had nine dogs, and lived in a neighborhood.  Two dogs I remember specifically are Sarge and Trooper.  Yes, my grandfather was career military.  Sarge was a German Shepard and Trooper was a Yorkshire Terrier.  Trooper thought he was as big as Sarge.  Trooper lived to be about 18 years old.

My dad always had a dog or two that ran around on the land where he lived, and he also had a couple of cats.  Scooter was the big one.  He was a huge black and white cat that weighed in at about 16lbs.  The second cat was Peggy Peg Legs.  When she was born, the umbilical cord was wrapped around her back feet.  this amputated her feet before she was discovered. 

My mom wasn't much of a dog person, but let me have a cat.  My first cat was when I was 7 and I have had one almost ever since.  I had a Siamese cat when I got married, but the cat and my wife did not get along.  They seemed to be in competition for my affection.  My wife said I had to choose between the cat and her and I am still married. 

A few months ago, My daughter and I talked my wife into trying again with cats.  We already had some fish, so it made sense to get a cat that would eat them.  J/K!  We got two Tonkinese cats.  One of them didn't care for us and got outside and we haven't seen her since.  The other one took to us and loves every member of our family, even the my Elmyra like daughter and her protoge the two year old.  We call her Chopstick, but I am sure her name is Meow or mew, or reoh, or hiss, but she answers to Chopstick. 

I have also had lizards, snakes, turtles, and spiders as pets. 


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Hugs not shrugs

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on September 28, 2006 by Budd Black

This video just mad me feel good.  I felt awkward at first and embarrassed for the guy.  Then as the hugs started coming, I just couldn't help but smile.

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A song about me

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on September 27, 2006 by Budd Black


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I’m an Addict!

Posted in Uncategorized on September 27, 2006 by Budd Black

I can't stop thinking about it. Every extra penny I can scrounge goes to buying more. When I am not doing it, I can only think about doing it. It is disrupting my life. I can quit at any time though. I don't have a problem.

I am talking about VS system. The nifty comic book based trading card game. I blogged about it about a month ago, but that was before I really got into it. This game is its own little world with websites dedicated to it and the way that you can play the cards. It has it's own lexicon using words like drops, press, and exhaust. All of which sound like some form of exercise.

The game gives you so many possible strategies to choose from when you play golden age (any card from any set) and/or limits you to work from within an established set of strategies when you do a draft or sealed pack tournament (you work from one set and build your deck from a certain number of packs). The game is incredibly complex, but only if you let it get that way. To win you have to know your cards and how to use them, or you can just be lucky.

This game is a lot of fun. The variables make it different every time you play it.

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