A Little Help and Changes

Couldn't really come up with a good subject line for this one. I am swallowing my pride on this one and doing something that I would normally not do.

Here is the deal: when I left Christina and filed for divorce I was trying very hard to get time with Courtney, my daughter. In the process, things happened and Christina and I decided that we would work things out but go ahead and finish the divorce. So, being a stupid man I signed what she put in front of me thinking she actually loved me still and wanted to be together. Boy was I wrong. I ended up with only 28 hours every other weekend. She promised me I would see Courtney more than that and could pretty much see her whenever I wanted to. Well, that is another woman in my life that did me wrong. She is back to following the parenting plan very strictly. I was not able to make it home for Father's Day and this past weekend she would not let me see her one minute past the time. If she would have had a heart, I would have been able to see her more. My parents are always willing to bring her to Clarksville to see me, but 28 hours is not really enough time with a total driving time over 8 hours and then you figure in sleep. That is too mean to Courtney to make her ride all that way just to wake up the next and do it again. That does not include this past weekend when my dad's sister, her daughter and two kids were in town. I was lucky enough to have Courtney for my 28 hours. She had a blast with Carter and Connor, who are her age. She wanted to do so much with them, but there was only time for one thing like always. Courtney was upset and even called her mom and begged to stay longer only to be told no by her mother. We had plans to attend Dixie Stampede and her mom would not let her stay a couple extra hours to go with us. There are so many other examples I could share, but you get the point that I miss Courtney and Courtney misses me and her mom does not care. I have a hard enough time geting to talk to Courtney.

With all this said, I went to an attorney for some help. I spent a long time on the phone on Thur trying to find a lawyer in Sevierville after I got a letter last week with a court date where I go back and fight for more time. The attorney could almost guarantee me more time than I have now. I do not even get vacation time with Courtney. Her mom gets to take her anywhere any time she wants I cannot get a week for a vacation with my daughter. With Tessa, aka Freedom from on here before, leaving me and taking a lot of my money, I am hurting for cash to afford the $2000 that the attorney wants to take the case. The only lawyers that I could find that would take payments were too busy or I was warned against using them by others. My family is trying to help me with money, but they are not made of money either. I am struggling trying to figure out how to come up with the money in the week or so. I am not trying to get a handout.

On another note, as of 6Jul I will not longer be married to the one that has caused me more pain than you can imagine. I am glad that is going to be over with soon. I hear so many stories about her now that she is gone. She has even moved back to Clarksville to live with her boyfriend.

I started a new job today with the Public Affairs Office at Fort Campbell as the Tourist NCO. That means I set up and conduct tours on post. I should get to meet a lot of interesting people and have a lot of fun in this job.

I have had a lot friends and family that have really been there for me during this rough time. They have listened to me talk and whine for hours at a time and offered a helping hand when I really needed it.

Once again, thank you to all that are following our blog and I am sorry that I have not been on here very much. Please continue to pray for us as we try to find a way to get more time with Courtney. She is my precious little angel and I cannot wait until I see her next time.

SGT John Strader

Life Changes

Well, it has been a really long time since I have even been on here!! There have been so many changes in my life since you have heard from me last. I am not sure where to begin. I guess I will start with Dec and update you all.

As most of you know, I hurt my ankle in Oct and was at Fort Campbell getting treatment. On 1Dec I was put back on a plane to Afghan as a newlywed. It took about a week after leaving Fort Campbell to actually get to Afghan. I was in Afghan two weeks and had to get Medivac to Germany to have my gall bladder out. Once I was there for two weeks they decided to send me back to Fort Campbell against my wishes. Once I was here I bought a new house with Tessa. In Mar things started to go downhill with Tessa and I. I was sent for some psych treatment for a few weeks to get my head back on straight. I would go into great detail, but I have been advised not to. Lets just say I thought I was going to save my marriage and I was a whole new person. A week after being out of treatment, Tessa wanted a divorce. Things got REALLY bad for me after that. A week after that situation, she delivered me divorce papers. I could go into detail and explain that there is a lot of proof that she was unfaithful and lied about everything from the time we met, but that would not be right. I could vent forever about it on here, but that is another day.

So, now I am stuck with a brand new house that is lonely. To fill the void, I got my dog Marley (named by Courtney), which is a German Shepard and pitt mix. If I could get her house trained, I would be happy. I am tired of cleaning crap and pee up all the time.

I am now on CQ (Charge of Quarters where you basically babysit the barracks). I work every three days for 12 or 24 hours depending on the day of the week. I have only been home one time since Mar and that was for Easter. I am finally headed home this week after I get off work at 7am on Wed. I can't wait to get home and see old friends.

Speaking of friends, I have made some great friends recently. I have been hanging out with a car club. Basically we go to car shows all the time and and have cookouts on the weekends when there is not a car show. IF there is a car show, we take the cookout to the show. I have started making connections all over the place just my hanging with these guys. Everything from a Harley Davidson employee of over 15 years to Military Police. My life has turned around again on me. I am actually the only bike in the club. I guess I could tell you it is the Modifierz in Clarksille, TN.

I am ready to get home and see my little angel. I miss her so much and her birthday was last week and I could not get away to go and see her. She means the world to me and there is nothing I would not do for her.

I encourage you to go to Facebook and see all the pix online. Just look me up by John Strader.

Well, I am not sure what else to share with you tonight. I am really tired so it is time.

Oh I guess I can share that I got a new bike. I have a Buell Firebolt XB12R now. I am loving it.

I wanted to vent on here about the pain that I have been through and was caused to me and my family by someone we trusted and loved. My parents even treated her like their own.

Well, I have to admit my life is looking a lot better and her being gone might have been a blessing in disguise.

I'm out for now and I promise not to wait so long for the next post.

John Strader

Freedom Isn't Free

Well hello again! It hasn't taken me so long to post another entry this time. Hopefully you will enjoy this post..BUT first, thank you to all of those that continue to check our post and see what my brother and I are up to. Thank you for all of your continued support.

Well, before I get to the main part of this entry, I'll fill you in to what I've been up to... I've been working on my house quite a bit and I am really happy of the projects I've completed. I've gotten some things done that have been really bothering me for a while. I've gotten to ride the motorcycles a little, and that's always a great time. I've had the chance to see a lot of my family..as I outlined in the previous post, and I'm looking forward to the car show coming up next weekend. I'm looking forward to the weather warming up a little bit more and staying dry so I can put a garden in my back yard. Something I'm not looking forward to is going back to work. I have to go back to work on Wend. Ewww...BUT I have to get paid somehow. And although I've enjoyed my two months off work, I think it's about time I go back to work and get back to living a "normal life". Some other stuff I've been working on is my walk with the Lord. I'm really trying to get back where I should be with God. I've always had my faith, but I feel like I've slipped into a place in my life that I shouldn't be. So now, I'm working on doing more of the right thing, and not what just feels right. It's gonna be a little tough, but I know it's what I need to do and what God wants me to do. I've been going to The Gathering, and I must say, God is at work there.

Freedom Isn't Free. If you've checked out my Myspace or Facebook link lately, you'll see that I got a new tattoo. The idea for this post was sparked by a local Marine that was died in Iraq last week. I'm going to do my best to pay my respects to him and his family early this week. My tattoo was inspired by one somewhat like it that I saw before going to Iraq. The two Soldiers that I decided to put on my leg were two that I don't think I'll ever forget. MAJ Pryor was a well accomplished surgeon that was killed on Christmas Day, 2008 at approximately 1130 in the morning. SSG Savage was killed approximately one week before he was to leave Iraq. He was on one of his last missions and unfortunately didn't survive an insurgent attack. Even though I did not know either of the two Soldiers, and I had never met either one of them prior to the day of their unfortunate departure of our lives and this world, they both managed to take a special place in my heart and my head. I'm not sure if I can get you to understand that Freedom Isn't Free and almost every day an American Service Member looses their life overseas. I honestly think the only way to make a good attempt is to paint a clear picture of a series of events that took place on one of many days while I was in Iraq that reminded me that Freedom Isn't Free... but why do I need to make something so personal before you would understand? I've never done it before and I'll not do it now. There is a certain level of respect and honor that goes with those stories, and to make public even a few details is almost too much. I'll not insult anyone's intelligence and assume that no one can feel and or think they understand exactly what I'm trying to say. Please try to understand and take it to heart the next time you see on the news that a Member of the Military was killed in Iraq or Afghanistan. If it's possible and if they are from a town close to where you live, try to go and pay your respects to the family of the lost loved one. The families of these heroes need your support and I know they'll appreciate the simplest "thank you for your sacrifice" or other encouraging words of gratitude. Hopefully next time you see something on TV or hear on the radio about someone loosing their life, you'll stop and say a little prayer and remember, Freedom Isn't Free.

Till next time,
SGT Wormy

My brain is working overtime....

Well, you know me, I have to first start by saying hello and thank you to all of those who continue to show support to my brother and I by checking the blog from time to time. Now, I know I have failed you by not posting on here in a while and I apologize. I really am sorry. It's not that I haven't had ideas or things to share, for some odd reason I just can't find the time to sit down and put the thoughts into words. Without further ado...

My brain has been working overtime lately. I've had so much going on in my mind, my heart, and my body. I've had so much going on lately that I don't really know where to start...I guess I'll start with what I've been doing lately....ok, honestly I just typed the "body" paragraph but I'm not ready to go on with what's going on in my head or my heart. SO, what have I been up to?? Well, I'll give you a quick little rundown.... I got home from Iraq, was in Texas for about 4 days, got home, stayed home for about two weeks, went to Daytona, FL for bike week for a week (AWESOME!), came home for 4 days I think...maybe 5, then I went to Ohio to fulfill a promise I made to my family in Ohio. I spent two wonderful weeks with them in Ohio. It was so nice because I was able to hang out with everyone and spend ample amounts of time at both sides of the family without being rushed from one house to the other. I came home from Ohio, spent last week painting my living room (thanks to a friend's advice to make my house look better)...I also had the carpet replaced last week... due to a not so good friend's dogs using my living room as a huge litter box. I got my living room put back together all pretty and nice finally Saturday afternoon. And now I'm in KY at Ft. Campbell visiting my brother and his wife for a few days. Saturday is a benefit motorcycle ride to honor Service Men and Women fallen and still serving. It should be fun and the weather is supposed to be nice. I go back to work in about a week and half, so that will be another adjustment that I will have to make. I'm too used to this not working thing. Although, I must say that I've been pretty busy. I have so SO many things that I want to get done in the next 10 days or so, but I know I won't get them all done. That's ok though. My “To Do” list for house projects seems to just keep getting bigger…Just because I'll be back to work doesn't mean that I won't have any personal time. I honestly thought my vacation time would fly by but it's actually going kind of slow....much to my surprise. OH...just thought of something but I'll save it for one of the below paragraphs.... SO that's been my return in a nutshell....I may have left out a fun detail here or there, but I'll probably throw it in below somewhere....

I'll start with my body because it is the easiest to explain. I've gained about 20 unwanted pounds of weight in the last year. NO good! I have a goal to lose it back in the coming months. And actually the deadline is more like a month, but we'll see how that goes. I know it's not healthy but I think I can at least knock out 10 of the 20 in a month. You see I have this problem...I love to eat. I love good food and I love to cook. SO if I start eating, it's hard to put down the fork and say enough. Now I know I can re-heat it tomorrow and enjoy it later, but for some reason, I want to eat everything now. SO simply cutting down and being a little more active will help. See I told you that was easy... Next....hmmmm the brain or the heart....

Ok, so to the brain....what I really am referring to is the mental adjustment that I'm trying to make from a war zone mind frame to a civilian mind frame. It's not been as easy as I thought it would be or as easy as I wanted it to be. There have been times that have been pretty hard. It's weird. I understand how the mind gets trained and associates certain things with certain other things....I'll give you an example. In Iraq when something blew up close to the base or in maybe in the city it would shake our building. Imagine this with me: BOOM! Building shakes. Look at watch for time check. Go outside to see where explosion was. Go back inside and wait for call. Get call. Run to hospital front area. Unload casualties - not pretty most of the time. Treat injuries. Go back to office....and wait to do it again. Follow me here for a second....I'm in Ohio, at a "picking and grinning" dinner with my grandparents. The building shakes....someone slammed an outer door....my mind kind of jitters...check watch....tell self, "I'm in Ohio, not Iraq"..... Ten minutes later, it happens again....mind jitters..."I'm in Ohio, not Iraq"....as the night went on, I got used to it and it didn't bother me anymore. The other day...Saturday morning. I'm riding to Lowes and then McDonald's for breakfast. I hear a screech and crash behind me, and another, and another, I quickly move my truck out of the way in order to give room and not get hit myself. I look over my left shoulder and see a car slowly moving in the middle of the road with no one controlling it. It was the rear car. The one that caused the accident...the one that was crushed in the front. I run up to it...I don't see the driver. I run around to the passenger side...still no driver. Back to the driver's side, nothing. The windshield is busted but no obvious hole of ejection. I look under the car because there is huge puddle of blood coming from under the car that looked too familiar to me....the car was filling with smoke....I said out loud, "I can't handle this" thinking the person is under the car. This whole time the car's engine is on fire. Then....I see her. She was thrown into the passenger side floor board. She was dazed and very confused. I yelled at her to unlock the doors because her car was on fire and I couldn't get them open...well, they were unlocked but they were jammed shut due to the force of the accident. We got the rear door opened and we were trying to get her out but she was too dazed to get to the open door....I ran back to the police car that was pulling up yelling for a fire extinguisher....the cop didn't waste time giving it to me of course, he could see the fire growing larger himself...when I turned around the flames had grown from 8 inches to three feet above the car. Two others drug the woman out of the car to safety....the woman suffered a broken leg, a man in the middle vehicle probably had bruised ribs, and everyone else was ok. Well, by now you may be guessing that the enormous puddle of blood under the car wasn't blood at all. It was brake fluid or transmission fluid...whatever it was...I knew what it looked like...and it took me right back to Christmas Day. I'm not sure what it is, but before I left for Iraq, I hadn't helped with an accident, an injured person, or anything weird in MONTHS...since being home I helped a girl that was roller skating that broke her ankle pretty bad (everyone screaming and freaking out...) that car accident, and another incident that I'll not mention. Besides the crazy accidents, when I first got home life was really weird. Trying to get back to "normal" life was not easy. My sleep hours were all messed up. I'd go to bed at 3am and wake up at 7am unable to sleep wondering why in the world I can’t sleep until 0900 or something a little later. So many mornings I would just lay there rolling, tossing, and turning. Going to Ohio and having to get up at a decent time helped. A weird dream from time to time would get thrown in there...but, I'm sleeping better now. I don't feel so distant from everything. I think I'm finally starting to feel normal again. I honestly think part of it is because I haven't gone back to work. I think once I get back into my routine and not have so much free time, I'll be better off. Overall, I think I'm doing ok. I think I'll be just fine....not that there's anything wrong with me now, I'm just saying, life here in my little world is getting back to normal. However, something no one wants to hear, especially my family...I'm not sure how long I'll be able to live this "normal life"....thoughts about going back over there swim through my mind almost daily. And the number one question people ask..."are you back for good?" or "how long you back for?" That's a very difficult question. I'm not a good liar so I just can't say, "Oh yeah, I won't have to go anywhere for two years at least." After all, that is the Army's policy. But, I really don't think that will be a reality with me. But in light of trying to explain, I simply answer, "yeah, I'm home for a good" or "I don't have to go back for a while". However, sometimes I don't do a good job of keeping my real thoughts hidden and they hear it in my voice or see it in my eyes. Which, usually is returned by "what do you mean only for a while?" I usually just ramble off some non-sense gibberish and they leave it at that. But honestly, unless the heart part of me has some significant reason not to...I'll end up somewhere within the year's end. BUT there are reasons for that. Just as there are reasons for everything.... 1. First and foremost, I've been there one year. One year. It just does NOT sit well with me that some are there for their 4th and 5th time. If I can go and let someone that has gone 3 times already stay home...I'll happily go for them. 2. I shouldn't need a #2, but I'll humor you....I like the Army. 3. Duty to my Country. I have a big sense of honor doing what I do. I feel that I am good at what I do, and if I can be a service to my fellow brothers, and my Country...so be it. Now, when will this feeling of duty and "who's counting" stop? I'm not sure. That's getting into the heart portion of this, I'll get there, no worries. But seriously, when will it end. I'll answer that by referring to my favorite line in any movie ever made. I don't have it memorized for some reason, but I have the gist of what is being said. Black Hawk Down. One of the last scenes of the movie....two of the main characters are standing in line eating and resupplying their ammo. "Some people think I'm a war junkie. I'd try to explain it to them, but they wouldn't understand. It's about the man next to you. That's it. It's not about me....it's about the man next to you." And there you have it.

The heart is a wonderful but very confusing thing at times. No offense ladies, but it could easily be compared to a woman...I don't think we're ever supposed to completely understand it. I hope you thought that was at least a little funny. SO what's been tugging at my heart so much that I think it's important enough to share it with the world? Ummmmm......nothing. Precisely. That's just it. Nothing. Ok, I'll cut the crap....I threw mention to it a couple times in the previous paragraph. Wait...I'm not ready to explain that yet....sorry. I'm not sure how to start this or how to explain this without sounding like a little whiny puppy. There seems to be a lot of areas in my life that are doing absolutely wonderful. I couldn't complain. But the one area that I want the most is exactly the one area that is the most empty. My Navy roommate in Iraq helped me realize one very important thing. The one thing I wanted was exactly the one thing I didn't need in my life. And that "thing" was a particular woman....this may take me a few minutes to get back on track... I took a break...and probably at a bad time... Ok, the one area of my life that is lacking, is one part that I feel will make everything else come together. I don't want this to be a single's add or something stupid, but I honestly don't think I can write this “beating around the bush”...my heart is half empty. The thing missing in my life is a woman that loves me and that I love. Now one thing my roommate explained to me was that I needed to come home and be completely alone, live alone, and be happy being alone. So far...so good. I think I'm doing an ok job at that. And I know I've only been home about 6 weeks. Now, one positive thing, that woman I used to want, I see her, and I don't even care. It feels so good to finally be done with her. I feel like I finally have a completely open heart, and with the advice of my old roommate, I feel like for once I have a smart heart. The walls are still there, but instead of an armed guard at the gate, I have an intelligent protector in his place. I have met a couple nice women since I've been home. And I have had a few heart-warming moments. But the smart man at the gate smacks me back on track because I know they were not exactly who and what I need to have in my life. They were sweet at the moment and it was nice to catch a glimpse of what I was wanting...but it just wasn't right. Ok, so I'm getting of track a little. Basically, it's been hard coming home to no one. No offense family and friends. BUT, it's just not the same. Coming home to a beautiful woman that loves me, throws her arms around me, and holds me...holds me at night. I'm a romantic guy, and those simple things in life are what make me tic strong every day. Without these things I still function. Sure I do. My life is still is still good. Sure it is. I'm happy. Sure I am. You ever see someone with a sparkle in their eye and a pep in their step every time you see them and you wonder what they have that you don't.... it can be man or woman. It's the love of another. True happiness. True excitement to wake up every day and face the world knowing that the other person is right there with them every step of the way. I have a lot of things. Those that know me could wonder how rich my parents are and how much of a spoiled kid I must be. If I told you about the worldly possessions you too would say "wow, for 27 years old...wow." But I tell you this, the one thing in life I want the most...I can't have. And that my friend, sucks. I keep telling myself to be patient and God will bring that special woman into my life when He's ready. And I believe that. Something I believe very VERY strongly and you've read it before on here...Everything happens for a reason. There is not one minuet detail of your life that is a fluke. I believe that. So, with the encouraging words from my roommate, and the trust I have in God...I'll have that love one day. Phewww...so I told you I wasn't sure how I was going to explain all that... Basically, my heart has some adjusting to do too. Why couldn't I just have said that? I'm trying to make lite of what I just said...can you tell?

Well...I said my mind was working over time....and there were some details I left out that I'm just now remembering....so if you imagine if they were all in there. WOW. So, wrapping this thing up...my transition from Iraq back to civilian life has been quite a challenge. It hasn't been what I thought it would be that's for sure. But, I'm making it and I'm sure I'll be just fine. Life in the USA....land of free and the home of the taxed...I mean home of the brave. One thing I did forget to mention that I will take special time to say...in previous posts I'd mentioned the small things in life make me the happiest. And one of those things was dinner at my house with family and friends. I must say, I've done it three times between my travels since I’ve been home...and I have absolutely loved each and every time. There is just something about cooking, family, and friends gathered around my dining room table that I just can't get enough of. Again...there's only one thing missing in that picture. BUT I will not end this on a boo hoo note! THANK YOU ALL for reading our blog and checking us out on a weekly or daily basis. It's much appreciated. I really have enjoyed writing this short novel tonight and it has reminded me of how much I like writing on here. It's almost like a private therapy session for me. I get to vent and blab about whatever I want without being interrupted by someone else's opinion that I don't agree with. Don’t forget to give your comments….it’s simple encouragement for me to write again…sooner than later.

John, I love you bro. I want you to know that without question.

Till next time,
Somewhere in Iraq...NOT!!!

SGT Wormy

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Well HELLO!!

First, thank you to all of those that have continued to show your support to my brother and I!

Well, HELLO! Yes, it's me, Jeremy/SGT Wormy. I am home and enjoying a little bit of everything. I have a few ideas for posts on here and I know, I know, I have some catching up to do. And i will. I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting, but I've been pretty tired when I get home at night and I apologize, I've been catching up with everyone and not taking the time to sit and write what I've been thinking. Trust me, I've got some things on my mind. I've done a few of the things that I were on my "list"....including cooking dinner for my family and friends one night, I've gone snowboarding a couple times, I've ridden my motorcycle, I've had a few beers, a few great steaks, I've played with my niece, and I've been able to catch up with several of my good friends.

Like I said, I have a lot to write and lot of "other" stuff to get off my chest. This whole, "re-integration" with society....yeah, it can be a challenge. I'm going to apologize in advance because it will probably be about a week before I get to post on here again seeing that I'm leaving for Daytona on Friday. Bike Week 2009 here I come!!! I can't wait.

Well, pictures will be put up, and stories will be told. Again, thank you all very much for your support and appreciation for what we have done, and will do.

THANK YOU!

Out here,
SGT Wormy

Welcome Home

Well, Jeremy is finally home and the road, literally the road, was an interesting one. It was exciting to finally see Jeremy step off the plane after watching the planes get thrown around from the wind. The Patriot Guard and Tennessee Helping Hearts were there to escort us home from the airport, but the weather slowed things down. Once we reached South Knoxville, the weather really got bad and traffic was at a stop still.

We finally got to Seymour and our police escort was held up on 411 taking care of fallen trees on the road. 411 was not the only road to have trees in the way. Chapman highway in Seymour had a tree across the road and was preventing traffic getting past. I told Jeremy we needed to do the right thing and got out and help get it cleared. There was a lone off duty police officer trying to clear the road and we got out and helped a dump truck driver to clear the road. We spent some time getting the road cleared with the help of the dump truck driver, a few police officers and a few of our buddies to include a guy from the TN Helping Hearts. We finally got the road open and continued on home.

On Saturday afternoon Sevierville's Mayor personal thanked us in a welcome home ceremony put on by the TN Helping Hearts. It was great to be recognized by our home town and see the support of our friends and family. Hopefully some of you saw it on the news yesterday or today.

Then last night we took my daughter and sister-in-law roller skating and there was a girl that fell and broke her ankle. Once again, it was Jeremy to the rescue. With the help of a nurse, they did they best they could to calm the girl, get her skates off and even help comfort the parents until they took her to the hospital.

This weekend as really interesting and fun for all of us. I got to spend time with Courtney not to mention see Courtney and Tessa together and finally have Christmas as a family. It might have been a little late, but better late than never. It was great to have the family together and have have that Christmas dinner we have been waiting on.

To all that support us, thank you again and God bless you all.

SGT John Strader

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http://www.volunteertv.com/home/headlines/39623027.html

http://www.wbir.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=78022&catid=2

ALMOST HOME!!!

Jeremy is almost home. I should have done this last night when we got the word, but he will be in Tennessee on Wednesday at about 3pm. That is when his flight is due in Knoxville. I encourage all that can to come to the airport and welcome him home. I am so excited and proud of my brother that there are not words to describe it. I did not get the big homecoming due to my health issues, but I am making up for it by welcoming my brother home. I encourage everyone to email him, call him or post a message on here for him when he gets home.

The time has arrived when the blog will not be based on two brothers overseas, but now our daily lives and more opinions on the world events now that we are in touch with them. I promise that I will do my best to post at least once a week even if it is to say hi to everyone. I hope that you do not stop reading our blog now that we are home. I am sure there will interesting things to read and hear about, like the homecoming for Jeremy.

To all that have followed us, prayed for us, and supported us, we thank you with all our heart. God bless you all!!

Once again, help me in welcoming Jeremy home!!!!

SGT John Strader
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