To: Peter Dierks who wrote (4036 ) 6/17/2005 3:16:14 PM From: Proud_Infidel Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 9838 My entry today is a story about my time in Santa Maria that has nothing to do with Michael Jackson. I was flying out of Santa Maria for the weekend and was approached in the airport by a guy named John who said he was a fan of the show. He was with what I assumed were two friends, one on crutches. They just looked like three guys on vacation, but I quickly learned that their trip to the area was anything but. They were in town for the funeral of a colleague, one of their “teammates,” Captain Derek M. Argel of Lompoc, California, who, along with three others, died in a plane crash on Memorial Day in Iraq. Captain Argel, 28, was survived by his wife Wendy and 11-month son Logan. Argel's was the first of three funerals they would be traveling to attend. They were also going to attend that of Captain Jeremy Freskiss of Farmington, New Mexico and Sergeant Casey Crate of Washington—all members of the 23rd Special Tactics Squadron out of Hurlburt Field, Florida, an elite Air Force unit that has among other things, been helping to locate bombing targets in Iraq and Afghanistan. Here I was, consumed with the minutiae of a celebrity trial in California, while these guys are doing this nation's work. I was almost ashamed that Sergeant John— they've asked me to use only their first names— had walked up to me to tell me how much he liked my work rather than me walking up to him. But that is just the beginning. I learned that the one on crutches, Sergeant Brad, was recovering from a gunshot wound he received in April in Afghanistan. His team had been called in to support an ambushed coalition convoy. He apparently killed a number of enemy fighters and performed life saving treatment on another wounded soldier after he was hit with a round from an AK-47. Ok, so now I am thinking about the relative insignificance of my life on the short flight from Santa Maria to LA. As we were leaving the plane, Sergeant John was offering up some suggestions for better coverage of our men and women in uniform when an elderly man about 10 yards in front of us falls flat on his face. His head and his hands were severely bruised and bleeding (I later learned he had just had chemotherapy). Immediately Sergeant John called to Sergeant Brad and Major Mike and instructed them to stay with the fallen man while he ran for help. Sergeant Brad, on his crutches, ran down the gateway. It was as if they had trained for this mission too—to help anyone in need. They called for First Aid but there was none. They did what they could and eventually got a wheelchair and took him to the men's room. About thirty minutes later, a medic arrived, and all was well. These guys are heroes on the battlefield, but they are also living heroic lives, making sure their fallen comrades are remembered properly. And while they are there, they are also helping out anyone else in need. Sergeant John, Sergeant Brad, and Major Mike, I salute you. msnbc.msn.com