Tuesday

February 7, 2012


FRANK VAUGHN “A Soldier’s Life”

September 8, 2009

It’s easy to lapse into a feeling of knowing what true sacrifice is all about, especially for a soldier who deploys to the Middle East. After all, I’ve left my family and the comforts of being an American to spend a year in the harsh elements of Iraq, braving the hot summer temperatures, along with dust in my face and rainy, cold fall and winter weather, along with ankle-deep mud. Sacrifice, right?

August 20, 2009

I did two things this morning I don’t like doing. First, I woke up.
Anyone who knows me also knows I’m not a morning person at all. I half-jokingly tell people my biological day-clock is canted about 8 hours to the right of most everyone else. The second thing? I went for a run this morning. At 6 a.m. Yeah. ME.

July 2, 2009

“I am an American, fighting in the forces which guard my country and our way of life. I am prepared to give my life in their defense.”

Every soldier learns those words in basic combat training, but I wonder how many pause to think of those words as they say them. The mere implication of giving one’s life in defense of something should not be taken lightly, nor should the words be said without grave consideration of their true meaning.

June 18, 2009

I went to the Defense Information School at Fort Meade, Md., last year to train in Army Public Affairs as a print and photojournalist. Basically, I was learning how to write articles and take photographs in order to tell the story of soldiers as they defend our country against “all enemies, foreign and domestic.” I was there three months, which meant that I missed about a third of Gloria’s very first pregnancy. I am thankful that I was home in time for the birth of Zachary Neal Vaughn on Sept. 5.

June 3, 2009

I am fascinated with things of beauty. Many people don’t know this about me, but I enjoy art. Paintings, drawings, etc. I also enjoy a decent ballet. The poetry of human motion has always captivated my attention — admittedly, mostly on football fields and basketball courts — and what more could ballet possibly represent?