Posted on: July 27, 2010 9:54 pm
Edited on: August 6, 2010 10:32 am
I subscribe to the Army Times, a weekly newspaper for soldiers. In every edition, they post the names of the men and women who have been killed the previous week in support of Operations Iraqi, and Enduring Freedom. I would like to start paying tribute to these men and women given the last full measure of devotion to their buddies, and their country. My prayers go out to the families of these brave Americans. May God be with them in their time of distress.
23 July-29 July
Afghanistan: 11 killed 139 wounded
Iraq: 1 killed 9 wounded
Marine Lance Corporal Abram L. Howard, 21, Williamsport, PA.
Army Specialist Joseph A. Bauer, 27, Cincinnati, OH.
Army Private First Class Andrew L Hand, 25, Enterprise, AL.
Army Sergeant Daniel Lim, 23, Cypress, CA.
Army Staff Sergeant Conrad A. Mora, 24, San Diego, CA.
Marine Lance Corporal Frederick E. Vazquez, 20, Melrose Park, IL.
Navy Hull Maintenance Technician 2nd Class Justin McNeley, 30, Wheatridge, CO.
Navy Culinary Specialist 3rd Class Jerod Newlove, 25, Renton, WA.
Army Private First Class James J Oquin, 20, El Paso, TX.
Marine Lieutenant Colonel Mario D. Carazo, 41, Springfield, OH.
Marine Major James M Weis, 37, Toms River, NJ.
Army 1st Lieutenant Michael L. Runyan, 24, Newark OH.
Rest in peace my fellow comrades.
Posted on: June 12, 2010 1:58 pm
I am definitely not happy with the current state the the Big 12 is in. Nebraska and Colorado are gone, Texas is likely to go, along with the rest of the South. I don't know what to think I'm pretty mad about the prospect of playing a role in the breaking up of the Big 12, and feel bad for the teams that will inevitably be left out. Dammit Nebraska! You had to go and get your feelings hurt, and of course Texas had to eg you on! Texas and Nebraska sure have created a mess with their little feud. There's not much anyone can do aboyt it either, because Texas is going to do what Texas wants to do, and everyone else will just have to play the cards they have been dealt. So that's to be it....the fate of an entire conference hinges on a silly little feud with a disgruntled old timer and a cocky, self important sob who will only be happy if they are in control!? Too bad...
Posted on: January 21, 2010 11:32 pm
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with Grace in your hearts to the Lord." Colossians 3:16
My Savior's love
I stand amazed in the presence
Posted on: August 7, 2009 8:34 pm
I was eight years old back in 1994. That's when I really started getting into football. One day, (I presume it was in September) dad asked me if I wanted to go to grandma and grandpa's house to watch OU. I said "Sure! Who are they playing?" Dad replied Syracuse. I started to make fun of them, and he got on to me. That was just dad. When he took me to my first OU game the following year, he told me not to boo the opposing team (SMU) when they rushed out onto the field, but to applaud them. The Syracuse game was the first one I had watched all the way through, and it was won on a field goal. From then on I was hooked, and it has turned into a life long obsession. There are only a few games from 94 that I clearly remember, Cuse, Tex A&M, Texas, and the Copper Bowl against BYU, All of which except Syracuse, we lost. That was the last bowl season that OU enjoyed until Bob Stoops was hired in Dec. 1998. A mediocre 5-5-1 95 year was followed by the worst three year stretch in OU football history, but that did not prevent me from becoming a die hard, who actually cared more about football then than I do now. OU was not often televised during these three years, so I listened to Bob Barry call the games, and I listened to every dismal minute of it. From 1996 through 1998, OU went a combined 12-22, including two losses to Texas, and Oklahoma State each. we struggled to beat teams like TCU, and Tulsa, and John Blake, the head coach started Brandon Daniels at QB instead of the much much better Patrick Fletcher. Running back De'mond Parker was my hero. He rushed for 1000+ in each of his three seasons before leaving for the NFL. His first breakout game was OU-Texas in 1996, when we beat UT, the eventual Big 12 Champions 30-27 in overtime. That is still my favorite OU-Texas game ever. It was one of only TWO, yes TWO wins against Texas during the 90s. We went 2-7-1 against them from 1990-1999. Toward the end of the Blake era, Me and my brother decided to write Blake a letter supporting him, and we sent him a few plays that we were sure would help him beat Texas A&M. He sent us a letter back, thanking us for our nice letter and the plays To this day, we both swear he used one of them though I'm sure he already had a similar play in the playbook. It didn't help the cause though, we lost 29-0. The athletic department and the rest of the fans had had enough. Blake was fired immediately following the season. There were several candidates on the wish list. For the life of me, I can't remember who all the candidates were, but one of them was Florida's Defensive coordinator, and he was at the top of every one's list. The day after they hired the young coordinator, the headline on the front page of "The Oklahoman" was, "Stoops takes the reins" I was beside myself with excitement, as were all Sooner fans. I went to the Baylor game that year, and even though it was Baylor, I could tell something was dramatically different from the OU I was used to seeing. Bob Stoops brought in Mike Leach who installed the spread offense, which produced the 2000 Heisman trophy runner up, and the first national championship in 15 years. Ah, 2000! What a year that was! In 98, I could only dream of seeing OU win a national championship, and listen to dad reminisce about the good old days of the 70s and 80s when we won three national championships, and OU-Nebraska was the biggest game of the year. I would listen in amazement at his recounts of Joe Washington, Greg Pruitt, Marcus Dupree, Billy Sims, The Selmon brothers, and The Boz. Now, I was actually witnessing with my own eyes the return to greatness that had lived only in my head just two years earlier! The night that OU beat Florida State was happiest night of my life up to that point. We have gone through some disappointments over the last few years, but I am always quick to point out where we have come from. Bob Stoops may have lost his big game edge, but we are lucky to have one of the best coaches in the country right here in Norman. I get tired of hearing fans (and they're mostly band wagoners) say that Stoops has got to step up and actually win a bowl. I just shake my head and roll my eyes, and think back to the late 90s. Boy, are we lucky! I have often wondered why it is that I love OU football so much. The only answer that comes to mind is my dad. Starting with that Syracuse game in 94, it was dad who always got me and every one else excited about the games. I love OU, because dad love OU. My dad died in 2006, and every time I sit down to watch my beloved Sooners play, I think about dad. He is always the silent spectator, back when he was alive, and now. Sitting back, and just enjoying the game just like he always did. I will always carry an empty spot in my heart when OU plays, and I suppose that is why football has seemed to lose some of it's importance. Not that I enjoy the game any less, just that it is after all, just a game. As my dad always said, there is no need to get all bent out of shape over a football game. I didn't understand what he meant at the time, but I do now. Watching the games with dad has made football much more meaningful, but less important if that makes sense at all.
Posted on: July 7, 2009 6:08 pm
I hear a lot about "homers", and "kool aid drinkers", or "delusional fans". While I do agree that you can take it too far some times, it still begs the question, "what kind of fan are you if you don't drink the team kool aid? You say "be realistic", I say "I AM being realistic! OU really IS the best in the land, DUH!" Seriously though. OU will win the NC this year, and don't tell they won't 'cause I just don't care what you say! And don't you tell me that Texas is good, 'cause they obviously suck! See, even my avatar agrees! Sam Bradford is much better than that school girl Tim Tebow, and ol' Colt's gonna run home crying like a little girl when we kick his butt this year. Ha! Ha! But don't worry, this doesn't mean that there aren't other good teams out there, they're just not as good as OU! Look guys, there just isn't a better coach out there. Why Bob Stoops is the best coach that has ever graced the college football landscape! Tell me I'm wrong, and I will unleash an avalanche of facts whether they are factual or not, because if you can't be a delusional fan, then what's the point? In fact if you are one those " give credit to whom it is due" fans, then I would call your fan hood into serious question. If you want to drink that kool aid, that's fine, but pass me the red stuff if you don't mind. aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! That's good stuff! Texas, you suck!
Posted on: April 11, 2009 12:25 am
Edited on: April 11, 2009 7:54 am
I am putting this in my blog, so anyone who wants to read it can, and those who don't wish to read it don't have to.
I am here to tell you of the Wonderful Grace of Jesus, which has only recently been revealed to me. First, I will give you a brief introduction of myself, then I will go into my testimony of how I was saved, and lastly, (but most importantly) I will tell you of how marvelous my Lords saving grace is. If you do not want to hear of Jesus Christ, and his ultimate love for sinners, then you can leave now, but I urge you to read this anyway, because I want everyone to hear and know that the Lord shall save all who ask. (Mat. 7:7)
My name is David Kimball. I was born in 1986 in Oklahoma City, and was the second of my parents six children. My parents were devout Christians, and from an early age, I was taught that I was a sinner, and had no good in me. (Rom. 3:23) They took me to church on Sundays in the morning and evening, and also on Wednesday nights, so since before I can even remember, God, and spiritual things had a great influence on my life. When I was 14, I was monitored for about a year for testicular cancer, and like many had a "religious experience" because I was afraid of going to hell. I took comfort from Romans 8, but especially verse 28. "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God. To them who are the called according to His purpose." (Rom. 8:28 kjv) I soon realized that I had never repented of my sins, but I was too proud to do or say anything, so I convinced myself that I was alright. I eventually began drifting further and further away, because my conviction grew stronger, and the stronger my conviction grew, the harder I tried to deny that I was not saved, and the more prideful I became because I did not want to admit that I was a fake to myself or anyone else. During high school, I became a real military history fanatic. I loved to read personal accounts of combat experiences, and quickly became amazed at some of the stories of men who would act without hesitation to save one or more of his buddies, even when they knew that they would die themselves. Logically, I made the connection between that, and Jesus Christ's death on the cross, but it really meant nothing to me. Certainly not as much as the men who willingly gave their lives for their friends. After I graduated, I felt that I needed to show my gratitude to these young men by joining the Army National Guard. (because by that time, my father was in very poor health, and I wanted to stay close for my mother should anything happen to dad) My dad was in the late stages of hepatitis C, and there were many issues that divided our family from dad's parents and siblings. One side believed one measure should be taken concerning dad, and the other thought that another course of action was best. Since both sides believed they knew best, neither side relented until finally it was too late. My father went home to be with the Lord on Dec 14, 2006, leaving both sides devastated, and the situation completely beyond resolve. As the months passed, I began to hate the very verse that had given me so much comfort when I was 14. It got worse from there as began to question everything I had ever been taught. Soon I was treading on very dangerous ground by angrily demanding that God show me how my family was better off now, and that He tell me why in the (blank) He let all man fall into sin because the sin of one man (Adam) But then, God began showing me how wicked and sinful I was for not believing Him. The Holy Spirit really hit me hard with just how awful my sin was in the face of God, and how my life was in his hand, to save me, or cut me off forever. I became very depressed, thinking that there was no hope for me. I even considered taking my own life at one point. I cried to The Lord for mercy, and suddenly, he led me to a man and his wife who had recently suffered great loss, and yet gave thanks to God for his mercy and loving kindness. They showed me faith that I had never seen before. I knew a lot of scripture, since I had been raised in a Christian home and immediately thought of Romans 4:3. "And Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him for righteousness." (Rom 4:3b kjv) I knew at once that the Lord had heard my cry, and had showed me an example of the saving faith that this couple possessed. A week later, I got a call from a family friend, who told me that he would like to meet me for breakfast sometime. I agreed to meet him that Saturday morning. When we met, he told me plainly, that he didn't know why, but that the Lord had placed me on his heart. I was astounded that the Lord would put me on the heart of someone who I had not spoken to for sometime. I knew for certain, that the Lord was working in me, seeing that He had brought my need of Him to these people who I had not even asked that they would pray for me. Surely God moves in mysterious ways! I know now that the Lord has heard my cry, and has delivered me from my sin! This week, we will commemorate the crucifixion, and resurrection of Jesus. If you have never taken the time to consider how great this salvation is, then consider it now. We are sinners, having no good in ourselves (Rom. 3:23) who must pay for our sins, either by keeping all of His commandments (which is impossible[Rom. 4:3]) or by Jesus. God sent His Son down to us, to live among us who are worthy of God's eternal wrath, and to take the sins of all those who believe, (Matt. 1:18-25) and die on the cross, a horrible and shameful death, so that those that believe will live. (John 3:16) Not only did He suffer an agonizing death, He endured the wrath of His Holy Father that we so rightly deserve! What amazing love! John 14:13 (kjv) says, " Greater love hath no man than this,that a man lay down his life for a friend." I was amazed by the love that men could have for each other by giving their lives for others, and now I am transfixed by the love that Christ had for me. For I deserved nothing but death because I had sinned against Him, and yet He took the sins that I had committed against Him, and Him only, and gave me His righteousness, for I had none. (Eph. 2:8-10) To God be the Glory!
Posted on: January 23, 2009 12:34 am
The one thing that irritates me more than anything, is how some people can demonize our troops. They see in the news that a soldier shot an unarmed civilian, and assume that this soldier (and all soldiers) are murderers without taking the time to consider why something like that may happen. Picture this: You're a 19 year old private first class, barely a year out of high school. This is your first deployment and you have a girlfriend back home who you plan to marry when you get back. You've been in country for two months, and have been attacked several times. Two weeks ago, your good friend was killed by a suicide bomber, so you are understandably jumpy. Today you are manning a .50 cal. machine gun at a security check point. Hundreds of cars pass through your checkpoint, and nothing has happened. Then, you notice a car coming toward your position at an unusually high rate of speed. There are signs in English and Arabic warning drivers to stop and wait until they are called forward, but the driver ignored them. You signal him to stop, but he keeps coming. You point your gun directly at the driver as a show of force. Still no response. Your mind is racing at a million miles an hour now. Your thinking maybe he cant read, and he just didn't see me. Keep in mind that this is all happening within 5-7 seconds, so you have no time to lose. Either you fire, or gamble with your life and the lives of every one at the checkpoint, and hope this guy is a good guy. You decide to fire, the driver is killed, and the car rolls to a stop. Later that day, your command determines that....there was no threat. Oops. As far as the media, and human rights groups are concerned, you're toast. You fired without warning and killed an innocent man. Never mind that you followed the rules of engagement, and the driver made no attempt to stop.
Now consider another scenario: Your the same person. 19 years old, girlfriend back home ect... This time you're looking for a weapons cache in a Baghdad neighborhood. You are conducting a house to house search and on the third house, your team leader is shot, but not severely hurt, although it was enough to shake you and every one else up a bit. Four houses later, your rush into a room and are immediately confronted with an angry man, who rushes you. With less than one second to deem this guy as friend or foe, (remember you are shaken up from that fourth house down) you determine that this man intends to harm you in some way, and you fire your weapon, killing him. Once the house is declared secure, you can tell that this man was not armed. Once again, you were forced to make a split second decision, and you were wrong.
Can you honestly say that you would have held your fire in both situations? Do you still say this soldier was wrong,and deserves to be punished? You say that it was clearly over the top to open fire? Would YOU bet your life on it? That's basicly what some of you expect our soldiers to do. I can tell you that it is better to shoot and be wrong, then to hesitate and be wrong, because when that happens, some one is going to die. I think I could live with shooting and being wrong, but I would never forgive myself if I hesitated and one of my friends died because of it. Better them, than us I say. That is how you must think if you want you survive in combat. Better them, than us.
Posted on: January 15, 2009 8:04 pm
Edited on: January 15, 2009 10:49 pm
I enjoyed TheGreek's and teddydupay's conference blogs so much, I decided to do one for the Big 12.
Big 12 country is the regional intersection of the country. It is where the deep south meets the southwest, and where the great plains meets the Midwest. It's culture is influenced by all these regions. You will find anything from cowboys, to farmers, farmland, to huge bustling cities like Dallas, Houston, or Kansas City. You can find Old Mexico in Texas, Mountains in Colorado, Civil war battle fields in Missouri, Texas, Oklahoma, or Kansas. We are a hard people. People who know the value of a good days work. We endure nature's cruelest with tornadoes, wildfires, blizzards, blistering heat in the summer, then extreme cold in the winter, and yes, even hurricanes. In Big 12 country, we care about our neighbors, and give them a helping hand, whether it's stopping to help some one jump start their car, or helping remove a fallen tree after an ice storm. Friendliness is just a way of life here. It's never more evident than when you cross the Texas state line and you immediately notice the sign "drive friendly, the TEXAS way." We are not environmentalists, but rather conservationists. The children are raised to respect wildlife, and it's natural habitat. With a healthy habitat, nature thrives, allowing us to continue our family traditions of hunting, fishing, camping ect.. We are passionate about many things. God, family, community. And football. From the rio grande valley, to the corn fields of Nebraska, football is king. Players and coaches are treated like kings. Every one lives for Saturday. Our fans are passionate, respectful, we hate our rivals and never root for them. We hope our rivals go 0-12. We would rather go 1-11 and beat our rivals, than go 11-1 and lose to them. (okay not really[well, maybe]) Our stadiums represent every thing we love about our team, our state, and our country. In my opinion, we have the BEST fan bases in the country. This is, Big Twelve Country!