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Saturday, July 11, 2009

Fast times in Fayettenam

Since our last encounter, I find myself 6 weeks from graduation (ending a 2 year process of training, changing, and growth that I never could have imagined), engaged to the woman that God created perfectly for me, and 7 months away from our wedding.

After such a long time training, seeing the end is strange for me.  I almost don't know what to do.  For the longest time, it's been, "look forward to the next phase of training."  Focus on that 25m target, not the 300m target.  Now, what started out as the 300m (or even 1000m target) is looming, begging for me to perform a Mogadishu drill on it and drive on.  The Mog is easy, the driving on is what I'm unfamiliar with.  Transitioning back into "full-time civilian" life will be interesting, to say the least.  I can say this, though.  As much as I've enjoyed my time here and as much as I've learned and realized a dream, I will not be sorry to leave.  I weary of the constant training, of the environment, of some of the people.  Many that I've met here do not match the ideal in my mind of what I thought they should be.  Of all the instructors here, I've met 3 that match up in my mind what I thought a QP was or should be.  I just want to be done, and get out there to do what I signed up to do.  Enough on that.

So, I'm engaged.  Big event, eh?  Especially since I made it abundantly clear to everyone who would listen that I wasn't going to date while in training....this is until God decided to smack me over the head (several times) and say, "this is the one!"  Four months after meeting in a smoky pub, of all places, I popped the question.  M is what I need.  She brings a smile to my face every time I think about her; she challenges me spiritually and mentally.  She's got a faith and walk with the Lord that is deeper than any I've seen in any one my age.  The things she thinks are her least attractive features, I absolutely love. 

All in all, I can not wait to spend the rest of my life with her!







Cause when I looked into your eyes, and you dared to stare right back,
You should've said "Nice to meet you, I'm your other half."

And this is the best thing, the best thing that could be happening
And I think you would agree, the best thing is that it's happening to you and me


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Five Score and Seven Years Ago
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The Best Thing
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Sgt. Justin (Joe) Duffy

Rest in Peace, Brother.



June 14, 1977 - June 2, 2009
KIA Baghdad, Iraq
IED
I met Duffy in February of '08 when I first showed up to Bragg.  He was doing the same thing I am, but didn't make it as far as I have.  He was reassigned to HHC, 3rd BCT, 82nd Airborne Div. and was working PSD.  Last time I saw him was on St. Paddy's Day, down at the Irish pub, home on leave.  Soft spoken, intelligent man, proud of his Irish heritage;  He loved him some Guinness and Marlboros. 

Rest easy, friend.

Story

BREAKING NEWS

Report: Moline native dies in Iraq IED attack

The father of a 31-year-old Moline native who died Tuesday in Iraq said his son was promoted to sergeant in March, less than a year after joining the Army.

“He actually was able to beat the standard time it takes to become a sergeant,” Joe Duffy of Cozad, Neb., said of his son, Sgt. Justin J. Duffy. “So he was really proud of that.”

Justin Duffy died in Baghdad after the Humvee he was driving hit an improvised explosive device, or IED, shortly after 1 p.m. Iraqi time Tuesday, according to the Department of Defense.

He was the only soldier who died in the blast, his father said. Three other soldiers were wounded.

Justin Duffy’s team was responsible for support and protection of a colonel and command master sergeant as well as any visiting generals, Joe Duffy said.

He was driving the lead Humvee in support of a colonel when the IED detonated.

Justin was assigned to the 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division based in Fort Bragg, N.C. In Baghdad, his unit was based at Camp Loyalty and provided security for military leadership.

Justin Duffy grew up in Moline, which his father said was “his real home.”

Justin Duffy had attended Seton Catholic School in Moline until sixth grade when the family moved to Cozad.

After graduating from Cozad High School in 1995, he earned a degree in criminal justice from the University of Nebraska at Kearney. He worked for Eaton Corp. in Kearney for five years before joining the Army.

“He didn’t see a future in the manufacturing environment and needed more of a challenge,” Joe Duffy said. “He found the challenge in the U.S. Army.”

Justin Duffy was deployed in November and expected to spend the next 18 to

24 months overseas, his father said.

“We had some fears, but at the time, the hostilities were much less than they had been previously,” he said. “We took some relief in that.”

He said his son’s unit was busy in Iraq, going on one to two operations a day, six days a week. It provided escort security for high-ranking Army officials.

“Most of the operations were very uneventful,” Joe Duffy said.

He said his son had a strong will and pursued his goals fervently.

“He wouldn’t take no,” Joe Duffy said. “He wouldn’t stop. He had a very strong work ethic and drive.”

Joe said his son could get along with anyone and had a knack for easing tensions between others. He was the kind of guy who was successful at anything he tried and was quick to jump in when needed, Joe said.

“When there’s a job to do, he was the first one there,” he said.

Justin Duffy leaves behind his parents, including his mother, Janet Duffy of Cozad, and his grandfather, LeRoy Hood of Moline, as well as two older sisters in Grand Island, Neb., and Yuma, Ariz..

Funeral arrangements are pending at Rafferty Funeral Home, 2111 1st St. A, Moline. He will be buried at Rock Island National Cemetery on Arsenal Island.

His family is planning a memorial service in Cozad after his funeral.

“My wife and I had nothing but pride in our son,” Joe Duffy said. “Jan and I supported him on his whole path through basic and on to Iraq. He made a choice, a difficult choice. He was going to make a career of the Army. He was doing what he wanted and was happy.”

(The Lincoln Journal Star is a Lee Enterprises newspaper. Quad-City Times reporter Thomas Geyer and The Associated Press contributed to this report.)


Thursday, May 21, 2009

I am whooped.  Today is the last day of work for the week, and for that I am very thankful.  We've been working 16 hours a day out at the construction site.  I just slept 6 hours and am bone weary.  I will have gray hair by the end of construction next week from having to manage this build site and I'm not old enough for it!  To borrow a line from Unforgiven, we don't have a straight angle in that whole house;  It's fairly obvious we're not carpenters <grin>.  The structure's finally up, though.  Today, we finish sheathing the outside, put trim up, and finish the electrical work.  All that will be left for next week is sheeting the interior :(  That's going to be miserable work...

I've only gotten to see M twice this week.  We have tomorrow and Monday off, so I've going to head down to her work tomorrow and eat lunch with her and her teacher friends.  Her parents have invited us down to the beach with them, so we'll head down after church on Sunday and stay there overnight. 

This has been the second week that this house has caused me to miss my weekly dart tourney down at the local pub.

That is all.


Thursday, May 14, 2009

So, I've been busy.  I'm learning a job that is very interesting and rewarding, and every spare moment is given to one of the most amazing women I've ever met.  Right now at work, we are building a shoot house for one of the ranges out here.  We spent 2 days designing it and mocking it up, doll house scale.  Now, we're on site, constructing.  It has been a slow and tedious process because we have 20-something guys who, largely, have no construction experience, myself included.  I've been placed in charge of the build and am responsible for everything-dudes, deadlines, and materials.....and plans.  If something aint right, it's my problem.  It looks like it's going to be a long and stressful week getting this built.  We swung hammers for 16 hours today....

well, this is how I feel:




Sunday, May 03, 2009

By Robert Phillips

The Changed Man

If you were to hear me imitating Pavarotti
in the shower every morning, you'd know
how much you have changed my life.

If you were to see me stride across the park,
waving to strangers, then you would know
I am a changed man—like Scrooge

awakened from his bad dreams feeling feather-
light, angel-happy, laughing the father
of a long line of bright laughs—

"It is still not too late to change my life!"
It is changed. Me, who felt short-changed.
Because of you I no longer hate my body.

Because of you I buy new clothes.
Because of you I'm a warrior of joy.
Because of you and me. Drop by

this Saturday morning and discover me
fiercely pulling weeds gladly, dedicated
as a born-again gardener.

Drop by on Sunday—I'll Turtlewax
your sky-blue sports car, no sweat. I'll greet
enemies with a handshake, forgive debtors

with a papal largesse. It's all because
of you. Because of you and me,
I've become one changed man.






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