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Date Posted: 21:52:35 11/30/08 Sun
Author: Terre Lawson
Subject: Re: Water was genius
In reply to: Tom 's message, "Re: Water was genius" on 08:46:22 11/28/08 Fri

>Nathan and Terre,
>Some folks don't realize what others did to make it a
>successful event and you two both deserve much credit
>for without you all it would have not been what it
>was. As for genius, I give praise to the Lord for
>flushing the bayous and streams out a day before the
>event and filling them with good water.
>Tom

Well thank you Tom. That means a lot.

One of my favorite memories is one that makes sense only to those of us who deal actively with logistics--that last run I made on the first night of the march, to move the rations the army was suppossed to seize from us, but were too far behind schedule to get to before they needed to eat them.

And when I was loading them up from the cabin, I was worrying about how to get them in place without traipsing through a sleeping military camp--where a civilian woman would not be. Gerry saw me tugging at that sack, asked the question, and went with me the miles back over, well after midnight.

I parked well up the road, and could see his small spare frame bent under the weight of the sack and sillouetted against the small fires as he silently walked into the camp and left the sack in an obvious place.

It was close to 2:00 am when we got back to our own bedrolls.

Terre Lawson

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