No part of this may be reprinted or used without the express written consent of Life Miracle Products, Inc. LaundryPLUSA®, and Magnetic Laundry Systema„? are trademarks of Life Miracle Products, Inc. If you corral a score or more of young men into forced close proximity for any length of time, their irrepressible energy will express itself as either fractious behavior or horseplay.
Also, the period of the early 1970s will be remembered as the time of counter-culture and widespread drug use. In autumn 1972, the admin unit called Team 1 was created from the 530 Administration Company of the 3rd Armored Division, stationed in Frankfurt, Germany. As a quick aside to this story, let me mention that yours truly was responsible for enabling many of these same enlisted personnel to live off-post in apartments and get paid for it.
While poring through my set of Army Regulations, I happened to run across a housing reg that established the minimum allowable square footage for permanent enlisted billeting. From our earlier residence at Drake Kaserne in Frankfurt, we both remembered this young major who was friendly to the grunts.
When we got back to Kirsch Goens, we showed 1LT McLinn the authorization orders and he had to let us move out. We quickly punched two small holes in the bottom of each can with a pocket knife awl (so thata€™s what that tool is for!). Within fifteen minutes of the heist, we were lowering the converted six-pack back down to its perch. Then the five-pack disappeared not too long later as some passerby in the dark thought they had found a prize. One day in the office there was a big meeting of Divisional Top Brass in a room across the hallway from our office. Sp4 Dave Ramsey was walking down the hall and noticed that there was one of those fold-over locking hasps on the aforementioned door. Realizing that inserting the dinner fork through the lock ring would only invite some passerby to pull it back out again (this was, after all, the Army), he did what any admin troop would do: he made a sign. But it is still funny to imagine the look on that officera€™s face after he climbed out the window and walked back around to unlock the door.
Summer arrived in 1973, and with it came warm weather, and the need to clean up the office building.
One day during that same summer while I was at the PX, I happened to notice a pack of party balloons. The remaining party balloons stayed unused in a drawer until the move to Giessen the following year. One summer night two camouflaged figures crept out into the dark carrying a large heavy box between them. The next day a certain admin group was performing soccer practice on this same soccer field when they found out the hard way that it had been mined.
It just so happened that the same mena€™s room where the water balloon event occurred had extraordinary resonance. One day in the summer of 1973, I was washing up in the mena€™s room when I saw Wallace arrive in his blue VW hatchback. I waited a reasonable period and sauntered back into the office, wearing my most contrite expression. Part of the essential kit of all soldiers at that time was a butane-lighter to ignite the omnipresent bowl of hashish. This of course resulted in everyone having to have one, and soon fiery sword fights could be witnessed that pre-dated the Star-Wars light saber by a decade. I have always thought that printera€™s ink is one of the most amazing substances ever created. Then the printera€™s ink just happened to have exactly the same patina and shade of black as military toilet seats. I used the same technique to get even with a pain-in-the-neck corporate executive in the mid-1980a€™s.
Answer: a€?YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO YOUa€™RE CALLING!a€? I forget the ladya€™s name right now, but she was married to a Captain and was pretty used to handling brass. It was a curious characteristic of those telephones that, even without a microphone, if you shouted loud enough, you could actually be heard at the other end of the call: there was probably a low efficiency transmission through the handseta€™s earphone speaker.
Then Embury would distract McLinn for moment: call him away from the phone to provide some pertinent info (travel order number or something), and Ia€™d slip in, and put the microphone back in. The one time we pulled it off, the two parties simultaneously picked up the phones, and then launched into their answering speeches. About this time the curiosity of a€?why did you actually place this call?a€? began to intrude very cautiously and diplomatically into the discussion. I was sitting at my desk when SP4 Dave Morgan stomped into our office area, obviously furious. Realizing that the incident was spinning into nowhere, Morgan stalked out in a huff, but not before warning me something about a€?winding up a Jimmy.a€? From then on, everyone first checked their carbons, just like looking into their typewriters. My good office partner Sp4 Scotty Martin sat on the opposite side of our small bay, about twenty feet from me. SP4 Goody must have heard this steady, a€?whiirrr a€“ BANG!a€? coming out of the smaller office where I was and got curious. Ia€™ve always thought that if I was ever trapped in a building with bank robbers, terrorists or that ilk, Ia€™d scan around quickly to see if there were any rubber bands and paper clips. Without fanfare, Lindsey touched a flaming match to the touch hole and there was a momentary sizzle as the charge inside the tube ignited, just like the old flintlock muskets. Perhaps more importantly, the Code of Office Conduct now required that a spitball be delivered via cannon shot.
The zenith of Admin-Cannon design was achieved with a steel tube that somebody found lying around outside: obviously divine providence at work. Rather than have someone actually touch a match to the touch hole, it was deemed safer to make a rudimentary fuse using cigarette paper. Considering all of the untested features of this advanced model Admin-Cannon, one would have thought that the most appropriate testing time would be in the quiet of the evening. I had just achieved eye level with the top of my desk when 1SG Spence heaved himself upright and dashed for the doorway connecting the large bay and small bay.
As one gazed out into the large bay, the record clerks were joyously operating at full capacity, while the smoke continued swirling around the left end of the bay.
Since the record clerks were so determinedly carrying the air of normalcy, the Vietnam soldiers were soon up and back to normal too.
Ramsey and I were just sitting around, nothing to do, and probably feeling a little frisky from the snort we had had. After what seemed like a half an hour (we were rapidly running out of space alien energy), Wallace started to stir.
Around an hour later we were poking around, getting dinner ready when the door opened and in staggers Wallace. One of the jobs that a Personnel Actions Specialist had was reviewing the a€?RA Applicationsa€? of officers who had decided to make a career of the Army.
Having written all the above, one might assume that ultimately, the pressure of perfection proved to be just too great: a practical joke simply had to assert itself. One day in the fall of 1973, I was paging through some old National Geographic magazine lying around somewhere.


McLinn paged contentedly through the document, checking the personal info of the applicant, probably comparing the a€?Applicanta€™s data against his own personal situation. Inasmuch as no one had ever heard McLinn (or anybody) make a sound like that before; it immediately got the entire officea€™s attention.
Sometimes it is hard to distinguish between a person laughing out of control, and a person wracked with extreme anguish.
I knew McLinn would need a few minutes to collect his thoughts, so I took a little powder and did a quick walk around the building.
Apart from hating me, from that point on McLinn and I were tightly bound to a unique fraternity.
As a quick aside to this story, let me mention that yours truly was responsible for enabling many of these same enlisted personnel to live off-post in apartments and get paid for it.A  As Team 1a€™s Personnel Actions Specialist, I had a full set of Army Regulations, and was trying to read quickly through them so I could hasten my On-the-Job-Training.A  Why was I hastening with OJT? We quickly punched two small holes in the bottom of each can with a pocket knife awl (so thata€™s what that tool is for!).A  Crockett finally made it back with his big bowl (a€?they kept pointing me to the mena€™s room!a€?), and we emptied the cans into it. Then the five-pack disappeared not too long later as some passerby in the dark thought they had found a prize.A  It probably migrated all around the base, losing one can at a time. One day in the office there was a big meeting of Divisional Top Brass in a room across the hallway from our office.A  They were discussing sensitive issues and so closed the door to their meeting room. The meeting went on for what seemed like hours.A  And everyone of our gang wandered by and chuckled at that sign and the locked door, just thinking about what was surely going to happen.
Nothing was said when Wallace returned after a rather lengthy time out of the office.A  It was understood that nature sometimes cana€™t be hurried. Both Wallace and Pardekooper fell out of their chairs as if theya€™d been axed.A  Ron had of course, heard the wounded moose and its final despair.
I used the same technique to get even with a pain-in-the-neck corporate executive in the mid-1980a€™s.A  The jerk didna€™t know that I had received special training in the military.
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A group of us had been traveling the country for 3 days,  spending over 10 hours in the truck on dirt roads getting to these villages.
We arrived at our starting point at 9:00 in the morning and unloaded the 500 pounds of food, the 50 gallons of water, the cooking stove, and the 300 pound s of plates, utensils, pots.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of these families with their children in bare feet and the parents, thin as rails. It took our team (Pastor Maxime, Nathan, Sharon and I) about 90 minutes  to get to the midpoint. There are 1,500 families that live in this remote village area, and I would have sworn that they all were there.
We watched as fathers waited for hours with their children in hopes they could participate, mothers soothed their babies and toddlers as they waited patiently for their names to be called. We took names, photos and ended up registering 400 children, basically starting 2 feeding programs in this village.
As we finished serving the meals we looked at the time and realized we had NO daylight left. Talking with Francine and learning about her family, her children (13 of them), her life, her mother – it was surreal. I offered to give them a ride home since they had walked so far, and one of my coworkers (Noe, who had helped me with some of the translation) offered to drive for me.
And with that we said a prayer of gratitude and listened as harmonic chords of worship drowned out the beating voodoo drums.
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I have learned many things here in Haiti, but one of the most poignant lessons is that even if we think we have everything we need and want, it will never be enough.
Our American society is based on material consumption and we are blinded and oblivious to the trap we are ensnaring for ourselves.
Haiti is the poorest country in the western hemisphere, where thousands of children die before their fifth birthday. So as I return back to my home country for a visit, I hope that my heart will remain open and remember the true source of happiness which I have learned from my friends here in Haiti. No one is going to tell you how long you have left – you have to live thinking it may only be for today. At the end of our days (whether that’s tomorrow or 50 years from now) we want to be able to say we lived full and passionate lives.
You have to meet deadlines that are unreasonable and deliver results that are unparalleled. You have to keep moving towards where you want to be no matter what’s in front of you. So whether you are committed to being the best mother, the most thought provoking teacher, the greatest sales person, the most sensitive missionary or just simply setting goals for yourself – the key to life is to live it fully.
Because these children’s families cannot afford clothes, we are seeking sponsors who can provide the funds to pay the women who are working so hard to provide the clothing. There are many factors that contribute towards this heart wrenching statistic; including lack of access to medical care, malnutrition and poverty. When Jesus was at the pinnacle of his career (that’s how us business people would describe it) - a man came to him and asked if he could follow Him, be one of his disciples.
Jesus explained - we need to love God more than we love any and every thing’ AND more than we love anyone else. So as we approached our last site, we were all pretty tired, running on little sleep and not much food.
As we were resting in the shade, our mouths dropped as we saw the families we had seen 30 minutes earlier all climbing the mountain - each child and parent carrying 25 pound boxes of food, or 5 gallon jugs of water.


It was overwhelming to look at the sea of people, all coming to the church to see if their children could be part of the feeding program – again, humbling. We had over 600 children in the church that afternoon – we had planned to enroll 200 in the program. We packed up our few things and started the long trek down the rocky path – in the dark. It’s the time when the followers of evil (voodoo worship) and the followers of Jesus collide.
How will I react when I overhear the conversations in my health club where people obsess about their next workout, diet, dinner, or fashion statement.
The race to consume more, to buy the next object of our desires will never fulfill our deepest needs. A mother with absolutely no idea how she will feed her 2 children, doesn’t act miserable - instead she goes to the park with her girls and laughs as they play.
When we think of developing countries we think about  suffering, poverty, corruption, hunger, pain. Happiness comes from my relationship with God, from the love of my family and the support and love of my friends. Those are the things that make the difference between living a life of mediocrity or outrageous success. The successful man went on to explain that he had obeyed all the commandments, he was a good guy and he was ready to follow Christ. When you start to volunteer and serve people that are OUTSIDE your daily environment, well, that’s when compassion develops. You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; t was never between you and them. As we unloaded we wondered how all of this would make it up the mountain – as there is no road and the path is only passable by donkey or on foot. We hope after a few months of serving 400 we will be able to add the other 200 children on the waiting list. Within minutes we were joined by the Church Deacons, who guided us the rest of the way down the mountain (using flashlights)..
There are voodoo marches most nights and sometimes the streets can be blocked for hours while they dance and chant in a procession. Instead of focusing on my own stomach issues and cold, I focus on what it feels like to not know when you will eat again. Jeffrey Wallace and I drove back to Frankfurt to get some anonymous major to sign the authorization.A  That alone was kind of an interesting little affair. In addition, we have started feeding programs under the local Pastors  of these churches.
And that was our goal, to let our light shine and not complain about the hike, the conditions, the sun beating down on us,or our fatigue. I couldn’t help but be grateful for their servant hearts, after all, this was their second trip down and up for the day. The look of PURE JOY on Francine’s face when she saw Espie is something that will stay with me all the days of my life. They were gone what seemed like an eternity to me and the entire time, not a moment of doubt crept in.
Whisper words of encouragement to your children, hug someone you may not want to hug, let go of resentment, love unconditionally, forgive openly, laugh heartily, and give thanks to God continuously. Upon entering the Army, I had originally been trained as an a€?armored reconnaissance scout,a€? a deadly profession. Chambliss and I put together a request (as allowed under the reg) to receive payment for off-base quarters: renting an apartment. Military Academy at West Point receive their commission upon graduation, but officers who become officers by graduating through a€?Officer Candidate Schoola€? do not belong to the Regular Army until they submit a petition to be accepted: the RA Application.
But we had to leave over 600 pounds at the starting point, since we only had a handfull  of donkeys.
A few of us teared up as we watched how proudly the families had dressed their children in hopes that they would be able to participate. Parents and children waited patiently for their names to be called At the end, when they realized that some children were not going to make the list, then things got a little bit more tense – but that was certainly understandable. But we really didn’t need the flashlights, because the glow from the light that God placed inside each of us that day was shining ever so brightly!!!!! Because of this preventable statistic, C4C will ensure access to healthcare with the first high quality, comprehensive Medical Clinic in this region of Haiti. They have found acceptance in their situation and have set their minds to making the most of their friendships, their families, their love of God. And if we are lucky enough to see another day, we will know that we have lived each glorious day to its fullest. We had anticipated starting this program with 200 children, but God has a way of quickly changing our man-made plans to help us see HE is the one in control. And these  children were walking in barefeet, not a care in the world and certainly not worried about bug spray, water or anything else. In the end, we accepted 400 children into the program which will begin December 1st and we served about 400 children food that afternoon. The clinic has 10 bed inpatient capability, outpatient clinic, laboratory, X-ray, and pharmacy services, and a dental suite.
It is these things that sustain them – it is their relationships that bring them happiness - not their lack of material possessions. Even going on a week long mission trip gets you out of your environment and opens your heart to what breaks God’s. As we got about ¼ of the way up the mountain we were greeted by families coming down to help us. Partnering with Feed My Starving Children, C4C will provide targeted, nutritious food assistance to the most vulnerable in the greater Kenscoff community. This brief memoir is a recollection of events that primarily took place at a€?Team 1:a€? an administration platoon stationed at Ayers Kaserne in Kirsch Goens, Germany. He quickly but quietly unpacked the small umbrella that he had carried disguised inside his fatigue shirt.
Out in the hallway it sounded like a tuba half filled with water attempting to mimic a wounded bull moose trapped in an echo chamber. Slightly after the arrival of the electric typewriter, Team 1 received an actual photocopier. Espie and I invited them to join us in a few weeks for dinner and I just pray that all 14 won’t show. If we all took a deep look inside ourselves we would see how much we have to share with the hurting of this world.
Because if God brought her all this way, today, on Easter, He knows what is best for Espie and I. The minute you start to serve the poor, the spiritually bankrupt, the sick, the imprisoned, the orphan, the widow, – your reality changes, your heart softens, and compassion finds a home in you.



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