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  • Mossbergboogie
    Smithsonian magazine, Nov 2017.....the next pandemic...info about influenza from the 1918 devastating outbreak to 2018? the next?...and the race to develope a vaccine to help resist its impact...seems the next wave may originate in China where people and their life patterns closer to nature could boil this up...influenza is a shape shifting virus that man has not been able to anticipate what form it will next take....about 105 MILLION died in 1918 ...and about 1/3 that of more recent HIV infection.....all being nasty stuff being so close to humanity that it is not clearly seen....and misdiagnosed
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  • Mossbergboogie
    This was posted on the Politics Forum by Mr. Kaneko and I thought it would receive more readings here.

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    A friend of mine wrote this and sent it to his friends. I have always enjoyed reading his experiences and found this particular update moving. I have deleted his name but other that that, no editing on my part.

    Greetings,

    I know it's been a long time since I've sent one of my updates. Not
    much has changed, I'm still living in the DC area and studying theology
    fulltime. I thought I'd share a bit about my experience in ministry
    this academic year. I actually started writing this in October of
    last year but words escaped me - I suppose reflection demands its share
    of time.

    I wanted to work in a hospice but couldn't find a placement to fit my
    schedule. Finally, I landed a position as an intern chaplin at the
    National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda MD. Its turned out to be
    another one of those "how did I get here?" experiences that I've had
    since joining the friars. The combination of wearing a Franciscan
    habit with a "Department of Defense" badge just didn't seem right to
    me. I didn't know what to expect - the whole "military thing" was
    completely new to me. And I knew I would visit soldiers who were
    injured in Iraq. It turns out that most of the last five months have
    been ministering to those injured in war. There are no shortage of
    patients.

    To say the reality of the situation is tragic would be an
    understatement. I still remember one of the first patients I saw: both
    his eyes were gone and the rest of his body wasn't fairing much better.
    The expression on his father's face haunts me to this day. I can't
    describe it. while I've been with people in times of tragedy this was
    different. I will never be a parent so I don't think I'll ever know or
    understand what that man was thinking or feeling as he sat at the
    bedside of his son. There was an emptiness that I just can't describe.

    In fact, the families are a big part of the ministry. Practically all
    the injured are in their early 20's. So when they're hurt, parents
    leave jobs, brothers and sisters leave school and in some cases wives
    come to see their husbands. There's a lot of waiting in hospitals and
    so I help people pass the time.

    I've heard war stories. I've heard about getting shot at, being blown
    up, shooting back, watching your friends die, and killing another
    person. War is a matter of life and death and people do things they
    wouldn't normally do; it becomes brute survival. Sometimes you make
    mistakes. Some of those mistakes have dire consequences. I still can't
    get over how young these guys are. The wounds are very deep.

    I've seen battle scars. Many (too many) limbs are missing, faces are
    deformed, fond pre-war memories have vanished for some, but for others
    horrific wartime memories won't go away. Some like show and tell: "I
    got shot here, and here, and here, and here, and here." "feel this
    piece of shrapnel in my arm." "Are you squeamish?" (they never wait
    for an answer) "look at the hole in my thigh, 70% of my leg is gone!"
    "see, they took my abdominal muscles out and put them over here."
    They're boys, and yet they're men.

    I must say many of my stereotypes and prejudices of the military have
    been shattered (funny how getting to know people will do that). I've
    been impressed by the integrity, compassion, dedication, and commitment
    to service that I've witnessed in many of the military personnel. My
    experience with injured warriors has reaffirmed my belief that violence
    is not the pathway to peace. Some shared very personal and painful
    stories with me and for that I will be forever grateful. They have
    changed me in ways that I cannot articulate. I had indeed entered the
    realm of the sacred.

    Chaplin's are valued in the military (there's even folks whose job
    description includes guarding the chaplin with their life.) One day I
    was in the hall and noticed three men walking opposite me - the guy in
    the middle looked "different." I kept walking and figured they'd turn
    towards the elevators. But when the man in the middle saw me (it's
    impossible to hide when wearing a habit) he started walking towards
    me. As he got closer the difference in his uniform became apparent -
    along with the number of stars on his collar. He came up to me, shook
    my hand firmly and said in a strong voice: "Are you taking care of my
    Marines?" I was speechless for a moment and finally said "yes, sir."
    "Good", he said, "you're the only one who can help them." I knew he
    meant God. This was one of those days (soon after Fallujah) where I
    didn't want to walk in that hospital, I remember saying to myself
    "maybe I should get a real job". Thanks to the man with all the stars
    I was reminded that it's really not about me or my plans. I never
    expected to be ministering to warriors - I often think "I should be
    doing x,y,z or ministering to so and so" and God says "okay, thanks for
    the input, now go here."

    Out of all my "update" emails this was by far the most difficult to
    write. I started writing this in October and stopped. I was
    traumatized. I picked it up again in November when rhetoric, flag
    waving, and patriotism were at a fevered pitch. When daily "death
    counts" were reported like sports scores (as if God says "oh good USA
    15, Iraq 100"). I was angry. I knew there were mangled bodies,
    devastated families, and broken hearts "over there." Many soldiers I
    spoke with didn't forget that. I wrote in January, the number of
    injured exceeded 10,000. I felt overwhelmed. I wrote today and I'm not
    even sure what I'm communicating, but I felt compelled to write. So I
    did.

    May the God of Peace be with you!

    Unqoute




    volenti non fit injuria
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  • Mossbergboogie
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  • Mossbergboogie
    http://www.explorehuckabee.com/index.cfm?FuseAction=Issues.View&Issue_ID=18

    You know I really do not care wheter I am a Dem or a Republican this guy seems good to me. He is the fit for the current congress in my opinion of course feel free to disagree.
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