Training Exercises

On March 18 in Reno, Nevada seven marines from the Camp Lejeune 2nd division were killed in a training exercise.
Alex was on a training exercise that day, and boy did it hit hard! I was pretty sure he wasn't involved, he hadn't told me he would be going to Nevada, but it shook me just the same.
His family was worrying, I was worrying, and there was no way to get in direct contact with him. The only upside about this was that he wasn't deployed. When he was deployed I and the US ambassador was killed I was on edge. Thankfully two of his friends assured us he was alright.

A few days later, I was hash tag hopping and found the girlfriend of one of the marines who died on instagram. My heart was freshly broken as I saw her posts prior to her boyfriend's passing. She was counting down the days until he was home again, and he only had a week left. I could not imagine being him, being caught in the blast and thinking it was so close, and that he is so young, and that he must be dreaming.

I would be either numb or inconsolable.

They will always be in my thoughts, and I'm hugging tighter to my marine.

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iNstagram?

I'm not sure if istragram is the next best thing as a social media community, but I'm thinking about getting off Facebook for good. February will the beginning of a new chapter for 'Relate' and 'OPERATIONhuman'. Next month I plan on combining all three social networks and developing an ultimate profile.

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This new year I've decided to work on my physical appearance. My girlfriend brought it up in a past conversation how she'd like to see some upgrades in the abs department and stuff. In the beginning I started working out just to be a desirable eye-candy for the ladies, but now it's become a goal. I'be made a vow to physical train myself to maintain a stable and healthy body. For my supports and followers in a week or so I will be posting my progression, clips, videos, schedule, and mini-topics through the stages.

The 57th Inauguration of the President of the United States of America

Today I woke with a purpose to witness history. And tonight I write my own page.

The roads were empty and hundreds of thousands of people voluntarily huddled together in the national mall, coffee in hand and hand warmers in pockets, all for a closer look at the inauguration of the 44th president of the United States of American -- again.

A thank you to the troops for such a morning as this to enjoy our freedom began the ceremony. I felt proud to know that in those selfless souls my boyfriend Corporal Ovide is included.

I humbled Listening to the wife of the late Medgar Evers, and to the poet whose father picked sugarcane to support the family and who thoughtfully reminded us of the children of Newton who would be "marked absent forever."

I felt elevated to see Justice Sonia Sotomayer swear in Vice president Joe Biden, the first woman and Latina to do so. And glad to see that Joe Biden meant his "so help me God!"

I absorbed the meaning for Kelly Clarkson to sing "My Country Tis of Thee." Truly meaningful as she is a woman who has come thus far because in this country her talent exceeded her gender, status and situation.

I stood taller and felt happy to experience President Barack Hussein Obama renew the oath of office, and see God's presence humble him as he slightly slurred a word -- a reminder that though he is granted this power, he is still human.

I listened to his speech, eloquently given in his trust-me blue tie and I did trust him. I do believe he feels what he said. That he is president of the United States of America, not just a party or faction. That although we hold the truth that all of us are created equal to be self-evident, it is not self-executed. We must all thrive for equality so that our talents and education and hard work will give us a bright future. 

I stood for the national anthem when Beyonce sang it with grace and flair.

I too have something to add to the day, a note for the president.

Dear President Obama,

Four years ago I felt proud, and today I feel proud still. Like many Americans I feel that I am not at my best, my reason is that I do not feel I am given the opportunity to work at my best and learn at my best. I hope that will change soon. But for what you have done so far I am proud to live in the United States you serve. I pray God will use you for good, keep you humble and keep you and your family in His protection, and I pray you will seek Him. In four more years your presidency will end, but your legacy will continue. If Rosa Parks sat so Dr. Martin Luther King could walk, and he so you could run -- Mr. President I hope you ran so that I can fly. Thank you for your service.

Sincerely,
S.Ogle