This time of year always brings back special feelings for me. I recall some fellow Marines and think of a special Thanksgiving dinner we shared in the desert a few years ago during the first Persian Excursion. HQ Btry/2/10 we were in the staging area at a place called Al Jabial

We all chipped in to buy roasted chickens from a local hadji. We each ended up with an entire half of the greasiest nastiest thing that could resemble a chicken, and proceeded to devour them with no forks or knives. Of course we had no napkins except our cammies. Being in the desert in this situation you can imagine how much sand we got with our chicken.

I still remember sitting with Cpl. Olguin and Sgt Bradford that day swallowing that greasy nasty bird, and feeling that we were in heaven for a few minutes.

No matter how old I get or where I have been in the world Thanksgiving always brings back that day to me, and those memories of those two great guys. Those are two men I would have gladly died for, and I feel that they would have said the same. I miss them both and I hope that if they by chance read this I'll hear from them.