I nearly shouted out loud when I opened my email today. No, not the shout of horror like when I was last home digging through a box in storage and stumbled across a picture of me in junior high with braces, acne and a Dorothy Hamill haircut, (it doesn't get much worse than that folks!)... but a shout of joy. Joy, because I was greeted by an email from my high-school friend Scott in Iraq and I read it over and over and over as if somehow that would bring him home faster or maybe just to reassure me that he is indeed ok. I last heard from Scott in early December via a quick email from the heart of Fallujah mid-battle: "Been shot, frag'd, mortared, bombed, RPG'd and still kicking it here..." Click here to read all his notes from Iraq. I also mentioned Scott in my Christmas note asking you to keep him in your thoughts and prayers as he says, “…Can never have enough Prayers (no atheists in foxholes)…” He is alive and well but sadly too many others are not...
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From: scott marconda
To: cucina testa rossa
Subject: Re: WHERE ARE YOU, MY FRIEND?!?!?!?
Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005
Our battalion just pulled out of Fallujah today. First chance I've had in months? to check email. Tomorrow we displace to conduct another mission elsewhere. I'll probably be incommunicado for about a month. Battalion Landing Team 1/3 (BLT 1/3) performed wonderfully. Sadly, we lost 22 Marines in combat and our wounded are in the hundreds. But you should see the other guy.
I'll write when I'm back at Division when I'm done here and have better communication assets. Tell everyone "hello."
Happy Valentine's Day from where every day is "Groundhog Day."