Friday, April 21, 2006

Going Home

I am going Home, back to my original Blog. You can find me at Days Gone By.

Dyzgoneby aka CaButterfly

Honor The Fallen

An anonymous person posted this "Don't Let the Memory of them Drift Away" on my other blog. Please take a moment to stop by and read them. Make sure you read about the person who provided us with the wonderful tribute. We will never forget.

Thank you to the person that provided me with the Link.


Thursday, April 20, 2006

Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

I know you are watching. I know this. Don't worry I am not shutting this one down. If you want a peak at his world or what to know something, just ask. I will tell you. I will let it all hang out on this one and won't hold anything back.

From the bottom of my heart, all I ask is please don't use it against him. I was sincere when I said hopefully one day we can all sit down together.

SiteMeter is wonderful. I even have your IP Address.


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

A Little About What D Does

For those of you who followed me over from my Old Blog, the nickname I used for D on the other blog "Sniper", well he isn't a true "Sniper." If memory serves me correctly, he somehow earned the call sign the last time he was there and it has stuck with him ever since. However, he shoots extremely accurate. I wouldn't want to be on the other end of his scope.

I wanted to let those of you in on what D's MOS is. He has been an MP for the last 14 years in the Marine Corps and is a Career Marine. Can you say 6 more years until retirement. However, with this deployment he didn't deploy with the same Unit he was with for OIF II. He ended up with another one.

Prior to this deployment he was supposed to be getting orders for Recruiting Duty. Now that will have to wait until he comes home. Another fun ride.....His deployment orders came about 6 weeks before he left. Not a lot of time to prepare, but he has done this before. He has been deployed to Iraq once before (10 months) and to Somalia twice in the early 90's. This is nothing new to him being in Iraq, but it is very new to me being on this side of it with him.

He is assigned to the 1st MLG HQ Co, BSSG 1 (changes to CLR 17 June 2006) . Currently he is serving in the Al Anbar Province Area and is doing Security Patrol for one of the bigger bases. With that being said, there is talk of disbanning the unit soon. There are a few options that are available and we are not sure which direction he will be headed for.

Option 1) EOD Security. This is one of my least favorite, but it's what he is made of.

Option 2) Connecting up with another MP Unit. This is his least favorite. Why? He would be actually be spending a majority of the time on the FOB.

Option 3) Can't remember, but very similar to what he is doing now.

Option 4) Coming home a lot earlier than expected. He is on a double rotation, 12 to 14 months instead of the usual 7 months. This is the one option I won't believe until I see it. He made a promise that he won't come home until every last of his Marines he deployed with are home. He wants to dismiss them.

Until then, he will continue on with the missions. He spends a lot of time outside of the wire and it scares the shit out of me, but I have faith in him. In him as a Marine and him as a person.


Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Look What I Found

Yesterday when D called he put me on a mission. I am to try and hunt down some photos that were taken a few weeks ago when he was awarded his Purple Heart. The General made a huge deal out of it and there was photographers and press there. See, D was the first Marine to be WIA since the name change to 1st MLG. What an honor. Yes, I am being sarcastic and his feelings are the same as mine. You can read about it here and my reaction to the video here. I have been searching everywhere I can think of and I came across this photo this morning.

D is the one on the left holding the US Flag. Way cool.

I talked to him again today and asked him about the photo I found. Needless to say, he knew nothing about it. Hmmmm....Well I am sending him a copy of it. He just wanted a status update on my mission. Not complete sir. I am working on it, but that photo is way cool.

I feel very fortunate and lucky to talk to him as often as I do. I take nothing for granted. Today's call will be the last for awhile.

Stay Safe D and Watch Your Ass. I love you.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Happy Last Day of Tax Season

Being in the brokerage profession, I always become very frustrated with those people (you know who you are) who wait for the last minute to file their taxes. The one's who call the last day and want to know what there cost basis was from the prior year, open an IRA account or want to make a contribution for the prior year at 1700 (after I am off). These same people always become very irritated when you can't get them the information they want. Let me tell you people, don't file your taxes at the very last minute........

Now, I can tell you...I...waited...until...the...last...minute. What a dumb ass! I had already prepared them over two months ago, but I ran out of ink and couldn't print them out. I dragged my sorry ass waiting to go buy ink.

I have sat here for the last few hours trying to make my printer work and install a new ink cartridge. I can format a blog, but I can't install a simple ink cartridge. I did all of this before I got online. Then I couldn't figure out my password (I have way to many) and become locked out 3 times. An hour later I got on and pushed the damn button to send them. Then, I printed out the forms. I read the instructions and what does it say YOU DON'T NEED TO MAIL THEM IN. UUUGGGHHH!!!!

I really need to change my moto "Put off today, what you can do tomorrow" to "Accomplish your shit today, so you don't have to stress tomorrow." One of these days this is going to bite me in the ass.


Sunday, April 16, 2006

Easter Day

Last night I received a call from D's mom. She called to check up on me and see how my studying was going.....well, it wasn't. I played lazy all day and watched movies. She also wanted to invite me over to her house of Easter dinner. We talked for awhile and I let her know I would be there.

A little while later D called. It was great to hear his voice. I don't hear from him on the weekends and it was a surprise. He wanted to let me know he received my Easter Box, along with the other two. A Box packed full of movies and everything to go with it. The last one, was his shoes he had been asking for, for the last month and his bright red sheets. I was happy he got them, I just mailed them a week and a half ago. We talked for just a few minutes and then duty called. I was happy to hear from him. It made my weekend.

I spent a wonderful afternoon today with D's family. When I showed up at the house, I had to stop and just stare at his truck. I know he is so far away, yet he feels so close. I sat there for a few minutes and had a conversation with his truck. I know, pretty pathetic, but what can I say I miss him.

As I sat back and watched his family interact, my insides were breaking. There were no tears on the outside, just on the inside. I was missing him so much and missing not having him to share this day with his family was hard. I took lots of pictures to show him what he missed.

A lot of his family is pretty shy around the camera, but they all knew D would be getting the pictures. Then again, these characters don't seem to shy around the camera.

Oh yah, I did get a few hours of studying this morning. All I can say is that shit is hard. It's going to be a long few months.


Saturday, April 15, 2006

Easter Weekend

First and foremost I would like to wish everyone a Happy Easter!!!

Now as to my weekend plans and what will probably happen for me. This weekend I had/have plans to study for my Series 7 Exam.

I was off early from work yesterday and had planned to spend it picking up the house (notice I didn't say clean) and studying for the remainder of the day. Well, on my way home from work Bubba called me. Him and his buddy "Porky" (I didn't pick this for him, his friends call him this) wanted to hang out with me for the afternoon and evening with me. Done. There goes my plans for the day. We had a great time. These boys are great kids. Both there parent's should be proud of them.

Bubba and I are getting closer as we progress through this deployment. Him and I have this bond growing. I am the closest to his dad for him and him for me. He is the spittin image of his dad, all the way down to his mannerism. It's kinda scary, I met D when he was just a few years older than his son is now. We both can talk to each other about how we are feeling. I do hold a lot back though, he is almost 16 and I can't truly tell him everything. But for him, he doesn't have to worry about how I will precieve him with his feelings. He doesn't want the rest of his family to worry about how is holding up. He can relinquish the barriers with me. Tell me his feelings, he can vent, and he can ask me questions about his dad and the missions his dad has been going on. Again, I can't tell him too much, he doesn't need to worry. There are some things I will have to just hold in. I keep him as close as I can and call him a few times during the week to check on him. Weekends, we try and spend at least one day together.

I am not his mom and never will be. I just want to be a good friend to him.

15 years ago, the first time D and I were together (you can read the story of us here), Bubba was only 8 months old. I fell in love with that little boy, as if he were my own. D and I did a lot together with Bubba. It was interesting being 20 and going on a date with a baby, but we always had fun. It was hearting breaking when D and I didn't make it through together, not just for us, but Bubba as well. Now, years later, I find myself wanting to wrap my arms around him again, as if he were my own son. It's a tough line, one that I can not cross. It's not because I don't want to, it's just I did not raise him, D's mom has. I have not been there with him growing up. I hope this makes sense.

.....I am digressing a little on my weekend plans here.

The rest of the weekend I plan on studying, but so far I haven't even cracked open the book. It's not for a lack of not wanting to, but my mind wander's. I would rather sit in front of this computer and search for anything I can to bring me closer to D.

It's hard when no one is home, I am completely by myself this weekend. No kids (they are with Jedi for the week), my family is out of town (Bodega Bay, this is a Easter tradition), and D is in Iraq. I can't blame anyone else, I did it to myself. I choose this for myself. I put in my head I want to be alone so I can study. I tell everyone I have plans. Then I sit here and do nothing. I am going to have to force myself on weekends like this to keep going, study. It's harder knowing it is a Holiday weekend and it's all about family and my family is not here.

These days I am not as emotional as I once was a few months ago. I have found though that I am more quiet than before. Me quiet....yeah right!

I am wish our Marines and Military a Happy Easter and their families as well!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

DoD Identifies Missing Marine and Sailor

The Department of Defense announced today the death of a Marine who was supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Lance Cpl. Eric A. Palmisano, 27, of Florence, Wis., died April 2, after the truck he was riding in rolled over in a flash flood near Al Asad, Iraq. The incident also resulted in the death of six other Marines and a Navy petty officer. Palmisano was listed as Duty Status - Whereabouts Unknown until his body was recovered April 11. He was assigned to 1st Transportation Support Battalion, 1st Marine Logistics Group, I Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Pendleton, Calif.

Petty Officer 3rd Class Marcques J. Nettles, 22, of Beaverton, Ore. is still listed as Duty Status - Whereabouts Unknown as a result of the incident and search efforts continue.

I have been waiting to update everyone and had to wait until the information had been released. I posted the DoD releases here and here.

My heart goes out to LCpl Eric Palmisano's family.

I had kept my candle burning in the hopes that Eric would be found alive. I am truly sorry for your loss of your fallen hero. My heartfelt thoughts and prayers are going out to your family. My words cannot adequately express my sincerest sympathy to you. He is now standing guard at Heaven's Gate.

"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad." ~Marcel Proust

I am keeping my candle burning until Petty Officer 3rd Class Marcques Nettles in the hope he is returned safely home.

Long Night

Last night, I was just between being awake and dream world. You know the spot, when your body loves to at the right moment have a spasm and you wake-up. Right at that precise moment my phone rings. It's late, who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour, 2256 to be exact. I look down and it's D. What the hell? Since boots on the ground, he has never called me at night (other than once from Kuwait). This is a first.

He just wanted to say hi and let me know he finally was able to talk to Bubba. He has been trying all week since Bubba is on Spring Break.

I really didn't expect D to call me for awhile. I figured I probably said something in my post over here that pissed him off. Nope, he isn't mad and he understands why I wrote what I did.

You are probably wondering why I am telling you this. He asked me not to take my Blog down. He knows how much it means to me and he enjoys reading what I send to him. For those who don't know, he is not computer savy and couldn't find it if he wanted to. I try to copy some of my posts and comments and send it to him via He only asks that I be careful with what I write, just in case. I told him no worries, I have another one that I can write what ever I want and can still remain somewhat anonymously.

While we were talking I heard a crash from the bathroom. Damn hamsters are making to much noise. One of these days I am going to tape there wheels down.

I told him about some of the wonderful emails I received from "My Last Post." His reply to all of you "Thank you very much for supporting us." We only talked for a few minutes and then it was off to bed for me.

I had a hard time going to sleep after that. Finally sleep came.

Then at 0115, "MOM!" Yes. "MOM!!" Yes, as I am still trying to figure out which kid is calling me. "MOM!!!! Scruffy is out of his cage." With this I flew out of bed, what the hell. It seems my daughter's little Houdini was in my son's closet. We spent the next 30 minutes chasing that damn thing. Lego Man kept telling me he wanted to go back to bed, as he's crying. "Hell No, you need to put him back in his cage." I refuse to pick it up. It took us another 15 minutes for him to catch him. That little shit.

It seems, "Scruffy" our little Houdini, had climbed up on my son's bed and ran across his head. That is what woke him up. By now I am laughing at it. My son was crying. It was funny. Yeah I know, it's really wasn't to hard for Scruffy to climb into my son's bed with all that mess around it, but he started out in the bathroom.

Now you understand why I call him Houdini. My son's bed is about 3 feet off the ground. Damn hamster. I am waiting for the day I wake up looking at his face.