Graduation 2007 - Jonathan Coreson

Walking in with Mike Reed and Jessica Hintermister.

Addressing the Graduating Class of 2007

Singing with the swing choir.

Getting a picture with Mom.

Getting a hug from Mom.

Picture with Dad and Mom.

Thomas Gets the Better of Jonny

Here is Thomas and Jonny fighting. Not really fighting ABOUT anything; just fighting because uh, well, this is really beyond a mom's understanding to know really just WHY.

The dog got in on this one. She's the first one to come and try to settle an argument.

Notice that they are both wearing black slacks. Yah, Jonny works at a theater and Tomas works at Fred Meyers. Both places require black slacks as part of their uniform. Perfect attire for fighting in. Now if it was 2 girls, wearing the same pants may cause such a fight.

Well, I guess I didn't get even one shot of all the times Thomas got the better of Jonny. Maybe next time they come home from work and need to process a little agression... then I'll get that shot of Thomas kickin' Jonny's butt.

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Jacob's Leave

Handfull of Hopes

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I have the day off today
Sitting in the barracks, I rest
Till I am called out again
To fight this war and give my best.

My make-shift home, a tent
Where I live, sweat, wake and sleep.
Plywood floor, wind blows hot,
Lonely hour, then day turns into week. ...............................*

I sit outside the tent door flap
And sift the sand with my hand................*...............*
I pick it up and let it fall
Imagining I'm home again. ...........*
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The sand becomes a snowfall
That I saw there just last year. .......................*
Riding snowmachines in the hills,
Who ever imagined that now I'd be here? ...........*

I let myself go back there for a ride. ........*
In my mind's eye I see the snow
Clinging to the exact leafless shape
Of every other tree along the road. ....................*
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The rest are evergreens, holding piles
Of snow like a Christmas card scene. ...........*
Those memories and hopes to return
Are the contents of my each and every dream.

The dry, brisk cold of the air .........................................*
Invigorates my skin and burns my eyes.
I plow thorough deep drifts of snow
Riding on trails that I have memorized. ......*

The beauty of the landscape grips me..............................*
The temperature, now minus 10, not a breeze
Looks like someone carelessly cast diamonds ........................*
On the ground and in the trees.

Dashing back to the winter cabin, ........................*
My brothers and I, we race.
We head inside, take off our gear, .............................*
See the smile on my mom's face. .................................................*

"Hey guys, d'ya see moose along the trail?
Was it cold? How was the ride? " ....................*
Putting aside her book she asks,
"Who's up for hot chocolate, soup or pumpkin pie?"..................*

The whistle of mortars brings me back. *
Dashing to protect from shrapnel rain, ...................*
Instinct kicks in - I drop my handful of sand ............................*
And I become an American soldier again. ...................*

Kimberlie Coreson
Mother of PVT2 Jacob Coreson
72nd Engineer Co., 1EN BN
FOB Warhorse APO AE 09336