Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Just wanted to thank everyone for all the awesome packages we have been getting from you guys. My Marines are grateful and the local Afghans thank you also. We are grateful for everyone over in America looking out for us. Marines had a good 2 day break for Christmas, we cooked some turkey—that we bought from locals. Everyone just watched movies and relaxed for the first time that we have been here. I even took a shower with water that I boiled on a propane stove. Once again thank you everyone, you are in our prayers.--Lt Dan Redmon
Monday, December 21, 2009
From his father:
...I recently heard from that his Marines had 9 boxes from/or mentioned your name...I think Michele was going to email you, but we haven't been able to get much info from him for over a week. I know they are conducting a big operation to cut Taliban supply and communication lines. (I have to get that from the news...he doesnt say anything about missions).
I heard he mentioned that one of the boxes was full of little toys and how they enjoyed giving them to the children. They are in a farm region where the kids dont have schools, so they obviously had never received such a wonderous gift as a toy! can you imagine what it would be like to be the deliverer of such a thing to a child! Daniel enjoys passing everything out to his Marines and having them also share with the villagers, especially the children.
So, I'm not sure what the count is, or any further details (such as names) as yet. I'll let you know when I hear more.
Your thoughtfulness has already resulted in some joy and comfort to our Marines and a bunch of little Afghan children- feels wonderful doesn't it! The example and giving of people like you has really warmed our hearts during this Christmas season....
And...from Daniel's wife:
...I'm married to 1st Lt. Daniel Redmon, currently serving in Afghanistan. I was so impressed by the initiative you took by blogging in support of my husband and the other Marines over there. I know that Dan is currently enjoying the DVDs you sent, which he took out to the field with him to watch on his laptop with about 15 Marines crowded around it! They don't have a lot of free time, but it's rough to have free time and nothing to fill it with! Not only are these Marines benefitting from your generosity, but their families are too. Knowing that Dan is enjoying some comforts from home is very reassuring to me. It's tough to think about him there, but it helps to know that so many people are thinking about him. Not only thinking, but doing something about it. It's just awesome!
I can't imagine the stress of knowing a loved one is over there in harm's way. You all are amazing, the BEST. Thank you all for your generosity. Happy Holidays and New Year!!!!!! xxxoooo
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Susan Grant here. One of the guys I fly with has a son who is a young Marine lieutenant embedded with his platoon in Afghanistan. I was appalled to hear how primitive their living conditions are, showering outside shivering in “solar showers,” running out of hot coffee on cold nights, and out of books and DVDs to keep their minds entertained when they aren’t out there being shot at. I also learned they’re given a “list of supplies” to BUY and bring with when they are deployed (to ease the US Gov’t bill, I suppose, but come on, many of these guys have young families and no $ to spare for their own personal comforts. They are also tough and would NEVER complain or ask for such things. So, I want to do it for them :).) Would you help make the harsh winter months a little brighter for these Marines?
Below is some info for those interested in sending a box of "home" to these guys in Afghanistan. My pilot friend told me that the US Post Office has pre-paid boxes that you can cram in as much as will fit. I plan to hit Target later and start stuffing. One note--if you are interested in sending any bags of Starbucks coffee--a huge hit in this platoon, apparently :)--please have it ground first.
Any food packaged for room temperature salmon, tuna, chicken, etc. They like to give candy to the children: suckers, smarties, anything they can carry in their pockets. They could also use anything to make the chickens they purchase from the villagers taste better, like spice packets, shake and bake type coating, hot sauce (in some bubble wrapping I think to keep it from shattering). Jerky, handi-wipes, peanut butter (I’m thinking those big plastic jars), cookies, Christmas candy like fudge etc. (You know they’d gobble up anything homemade!). And a special request from the guys: If there are any DVDs at home you no longer watch much, they’d appreciate those, too. Magazines (cool “guy mags” especially, old or new, and also paperback books. (romances, too, I would think!)
Ask others you know if you like. We simply can’t give too much! Everything sent to Daniel will be community property amongst his 40+ Marines. There are also several more platoons of 40+ marines each in the area...so overflow will go to them.
Thanks for showing kindness to these guys--they are combat marines in direct, hostile confrontation with Taliban--they’ll appreciate even the smallest gesture!
1st Lt Daniel Redmon
2/2 G Co
FPO AE 09510-3080
(US Postal Service flat rate boxes are around $11 to send to this address)
Thank you so much!!!!!!
Susan Grant, veteran, USAF, www.susangrant.com
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Torn apart by lies and deception...
Five years ago, rival space pirate captains Val Blue and Dake Sureblood stole one incredible night together. But their brief, passionate history ends with the assasination of Val’s father and the condemnation of Dake's clan. Now, Val struggles prove her mettle—to herself and to dissenters within her own people. Every successful raid is a boot-heel ground in the burning memory of Dake Sureblood--and their secret son is a constant reminder of their shared past…
Ambushed and captured before he can clear his name, Dake Sureblood returns from hell to expose the true killer of Val’s father. But as the identity of their enemy becomes chillingly clear, the former lovers must put aside their mistrust and join forces to protect their clans--and their precious son.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
From the 8/10 release SUREBLOOD: A Tale of the Borderlands by Susan Grant (#3 in the Borderlands series)
Back on Artoom, Val’s long strides made short work of the distance between the dock and the village. As she passed the practice fields, she stopped to watch new apprentices go through their drills. It embarrassed her that funds were so tight that she couldn’t afford to outfit them with zelfen armor, but local livestock provided plenty of sturdy leather. She peeled off her shipboard jacket and hung it over her shoulder to enjoy some of the first sunshine of the season. She always needed these few solitary moments when first returning home. Body armor was shed onboard the ship, but before she walked through her front door she had to let down her emotional armor. Her clan and crew needed Captain Val; her family needed her.
Captain Val, Mama Val. It was as if she were split in two with the halves constantly shifting and grating like continental plates on a fault line.
Birdsong drew her attention to the budding trees lining the path. Ebbe-apples weren’t native to Artoom. Conn had brought them home long ago. Fates knew where he’d found them. She’d helped him plant the seedlings when she was small, no more than Jaym was now. It remained a vivid memory--the summer sunshine, her father, such a hero to the clan yet so doting with her. “Someday you’ll walk along with path long after I’m gone, Valeeya,” he’d said. “Look at these trees and think of me.”
She lit a cigarette and dragged squatters weed into her lungs. It had an instant mellowing effect against the memory of Conn’s prophetic words. I do think of you, Papa. Always. The trees had gone to bud, and some were beginning to blossom, looking as they did that cold, rainy day she’d kneeled at Sashya’s feet and listened to the woman compare the babe in her belly to the new life on the trees. Her mother had been right. Jaym had brought new life with his unexpected existence, pulling Sashya back from the brink of despair.
Every nerve ending in Val’s body strained toward that exuberant, high-pitched cry. She grinned as her son raced across the practice fields to meet her.
“Mama!” Sunlight glowed on Jaym’s golden head. His face was alive with excitement. Pure joy filled her heart as he barreled into her full-bore, jumping high to cling to her body, uncaring of the leathers and thick weapons belt. He wanted his mother, and she wanted her boy.
“I have so much to tell you!” He plucked the cigarette from her lips and threw it down.
To her surprise, she got choked up at the innocent act of caring. She was a narco addict, had been for years, and only her son seemed to mind. She buried her face in his silky hair. My baby. He smelled like dirt and sunshine and buttered bread. It wouldn’t be too long before he was too big to carry, and racing to meet his mother would be beneath his male dignity. “I love ya, boy.”
“I love ya, too, Mama.”
He arched back in her arms, his skinny thighs squeezing her waist as he flung his arms out wide. “This much!” He was getting a little old for their ritual but was still willing to play along.
The boy’s as much of a charmer as his father was, she thought with an accompanying, familiar pang of guilt.
“What wrong, Mama?” His gemlike eyes probed deeply, the way his father’s had, wanting to know even what she wasn’t quite willing to reveal. “You look sad.”
“Aye, a little. I was looking at the pretty trees and thinkin’ of your grandfather. I miss him.” He was too young to understand the rest. She gave him a squeeze. “And I missed you!”
He let her drop him back on his feet, holding her hand as they walked toward the house they shared with Sashya. “What’s all this news you wanted to share?”
“Well, Ferren’s teaching me to swim!”
“Is she now?”
“So I can go on sea raids. I don’t want to just be a space pirate, but a dirt-side and sea-farin’ one, too!”
“Ambition is good.” She laughed. Ferren could hold her breath longer than what seemed humanly possible, and once she was underwater, she was as agile as a fish. She even hinted to Val that she’d once had the ability to breathe underwater. To this day, Ferren refused to reveal her origins, but if her people were anything like she was, her homeworld was a special place and Val could understand the secrecy.
“And,” Jaym went on expansively, his brown-blond hair gleaming. “I’m gonna be the best raider Blue Clan’s ever seen! I’ll chase those greedy, lyin’ Surebloods to the ends of the stars and beyond! Like this.” Out came his imaginary dozers from their holsters. He whirled with natural grace and fired his two sticks. “Got ‘em, Mama!”
Her heart clenched with maternal worry. Like the romping of camp dog pups, the boy’s play was the precursor to real battle. She had no qualms about sending clansmen into battle. Sending her child was another matter entirely.
Jaym ran off toward the practice fields, picking up another, longer stick as he went, swinging it like a plasma sword.
Slaying imaginary Surebloods.
Hells. If only the boy knew the truth about his origins.
Jaym had kept Val’s heart from growing hard; he’d brought her joy in so many unexpected ways, but as deeply as she loved him, he was a reminder of her failings the night her father was killed. Jaym’s father was their clan’s sworn enemy. To reveal his paternity to the rest of the clan would endanger his life and cast her loyalties into doubt. What would happen to her and to Jaym should someone ever figure out the truth?
© 2009 Susan Grant
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