Military

in a parking lot, nine years later

C130

Saturday, March 3, 2012 at 7:45am outside a military dental clinic:

I walk across a parking lot and see a Lieutenant Colonel and a Captain walking out of the building I’m about to enter.  The Captain looks familiar.  I stop to stare.  They walk past me; I start stepping toward the automatic doors a few yards ahead, but I stop myself.

Me:  Joe?  Is that Joe Cata-
Him:  Mike!

He runs up to me and forces a hug.  He won’t let go.

Me:  Hey!  Cut that shit out…we’re in uniform!

But he didn’t cut that shit out.  How could he?

***

The last time I saw Joe was on a runway at Balad Air Base in Iraq.  It was May 2003.  I’d arrived a few weeks prior (May 8 to be precise) after spending a few months with Joe and several others in Kuwait City at a place called Camp Wolf.  He was on the back of a C-130 about to receive several wounded Army soldiers.  I was there to carry them off the ambulances and onto the plane.  The bird was loaded and about to head back to Kuwait, and Joe asked the following, after seeing me again for the first time since I’d left the purgatory that was Camp Wolf in Kuwait for the Hell that was Camp Anaconda in Iraq:

Him:  Is there anything you need–anything we can maybe send up to make things a little bit better for you guys up here?
Me:  Yeah.  MRE’s and bottled water.
Him:  Are you fucking kidding me?  They aren’t even feeding you?
Me:  The Army is having to ration food, so we have to stretch 1-2 MRE’s to cover 3 meals.  Water is from the Tigris…it’s put into tanks with some bleach and iodine or some shit in it.  It sucks.
Him:  We got boxes and boxes of both lying around, now that we have DFAC‘s.  I’ll put some on the next bird up.

Joe was good on his word.  Every subsequent C-130 carried cartons of bottled water and boxes of MRE’s.  In fact, we used the boxes to create a divide between our cots in our tent:  our very own “wall of water, ” we called it.  It was clean, and it was room temperature (which was better than the 100+ degree water I was used to drinking).

I never got to thank him in person, but I always made sure whoever was on the back of the planes I saw the subsequent weeks and months knew to tell him how much we appreciated his efforts.

On November 11, 2003, we were both home, and he called.  I didn’t recognize the number and let it go to voicemail.

Him:  Hey, happy Veteran’s Day, man.  Glad you made it back home. Hope to see you again sometime stateside.

He’s called every 11/11 since then.  I’m one of (I’m guessing) 50+ veterans he calls every year.

***

I found out he’d served at a couple different bases since 2003, gone to college, gotten a commission, return to school a couple more times for a Masters and PhD, and now lives in Tampa but drills where I do in Georgia.  We exchanged cell numbers and agreed to meet for lunch next month after catching up a bit in the parking lot.

About an hour later, I sent a text:  “You are still damned sexy.  Glad it wasn’t the desert sun that did it for me.”
He responded:  “And you are still a pervert.  Was hoping it was the desert sun that did it to you.”

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19 Comments

  1. How very cool – I didn’t realize you served. Thank you, and thanks for sharing this.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Trish, Thanks! I have a whole category of military posts!

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  2. Meet that man for lunch. It means something. Good story. and Thank You.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Silver, Will do…next month.

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  3. Dude. You just made me cry at 6:30AM on a Monday morning.

    And you are totally a pervert. But we all love you just the same.
    Coal Miner’s Granddaughter´s last blog post ..Christmas Ornaments, Part 2

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    muskrat Reply:

    @CMG, I cry at 6:30 every morning when the children wake me up before the alarm goes off, so I don’t feel badly. Thanks for the love!

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  4. Muskrat – International Man of Perversion. What a rep you have.
    Always Home and Uncool´s last blog post ..Come to Connecticut. PLEEEEEEASE!

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Always Home, It took YEARS of effort to get such a prize.

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  5. I am baking Joe a cake. It’s easy to see why you love him.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @PB, You sure you don’t want to “build” him a cake?

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    Pretty Bride Reply:

    I prefer mine baked, but you’re the war hero, so we’ll do it whatever way you like.

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  6. That is awesome. What an great guy.
    sweetney´s last blog post ..You can all shelve your Smiths albums and put those razorblades away now

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Sweetney, Indeed!

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  7. I am LIVID that there weren’t enough MREs for y’all. How is that supporting the Troops, exactly??

    I am glad you both made it home.
    Betty Fokker´s last blog post ..A man who takes a bottle of Viagra on his stag party calls someone else a whore. Huh.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Betty, Sometimes there just aren’t enough MRE’s. It’s a thing.

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  8. Awww – what a great story – and a great man. Both of you, actually!
    Love it.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @S.Law, Thanks…it’s nice to gave a good story “happen.”

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  9. Way to go, Joe! I love stories like this. The world is one small place, in the grand scheme of things.

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    the muskrat Reply:

    @Dave 2, It really is, and I’m glad.

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