A MasterCard Moment
5 May 2004 0928 hours
The Outlaws had a "little taste of home" last night. Through a little resourceful thinking and bold action, we had a BBQ. It was a peaceful scene in the evening hours. The temperature dropped to reasonable 90 degrees. It hit a high of 114 degrees during the late afternoon hours; the "cool" evening air without the sun searing our skin was welcome.
I brought some party lights and a Weber grill from Germany. Monika mailed us forty pounds of charcoal that created the perfect bed of coals. We enjoyed steaks and hamburgers with a side of assorted potato chips. The Jack Daniels flavored BBQ sauce glazed the meat and gave it a smoky flavor. It was the first time since we assumed this mission that every junior soldier in the platoon was outside of their hooches together. We were throwing frisbees and footballs with chem-lites attached. It was good to see smiles on so many soldiers faces. I am talking about real pleasure; not some form of conjured up emotion under false pretense.
The cameras were out and in full use. Special times like that make this deployment pass just a little bit easier. MasterCard could produce a great advertisement from the scene. Grill, tools, and charcoal... cost $75. Party lights, assorted toys, and bug zapper... cost $50. Steaks, hamburgers, and condiments... cost $60. Unforgettable moments conducting a BBQ with United States Soldiers in Iraq... priceless.
I am no longer an Outlaw. I am being transferred back to Bravo Company, The Bushmasters. Only God knows what lies ahead for me. My mother taught me a wonderful anecdote when I was a child. When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. That rings true to this day. The Outlaws are strong soldiers capable of performing heroic tasks when called to duty. I am proud to have served with the soldiers of the Outlaw Platoon.
Postscript: While I was writing this post I got E-mail from my Mom. She wrote this at the end of her message. "Love you very much. Please stay safe and keep making that delicious brand of lemonade only you can make out of those ol' lemons. Mom."
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Phillip, I am so glad to hear that the things mothers teach their sons sink in and make a difference in their lives later on. It gave me much pleasure to imagine the scene you described, and thinking about my son really enjoying himself. If you transfer back to the Bravo company, will you still be at Summerall? I certainly hope so, just for selfish reasons. It is so great to hear about your daily life, and to be able to think about it in terms of my son PFC Jonathan Stearn being in the same place has been an extra benefit.
God bless you and keep you on your journey.
Posted by: Kim Spangrude | Jun 5, 2004 9:35:08 PM
We are missing our favourite brohter in law!
Please stay save, Gisela
Posted by: Gisela | Jun 14, 2004 4:47:33 PM
6/22/03: Like Kim's comment above, I'm a mom at home missing the frequent postings by SSG Jarvis--also for selfish reasons. My son doesn't write, email, and only rarely calls. Even then, no descriptions of what they are observing in Iraq. This website has been a wonderful glimpse for us parents at home, into what our soldiers are experiencing, as well as what is happening to the Iraqi people. Keep up the commentary, SSG Jarvis! I agree with Blue Star mom that you have a novel waiting for you to write when you are discharged.
Denise La Lande
Posted by: Denise La Lande | Jun 22, 2004 9:35:09 AM
The BBQ was on 5 Jun 04, not 5 May. I will write more, my time on FOB Omaha is precious as I spend quite a few more hours out of the wire than I did when I was attached to 1-7. I promise to post very soon.
Posted by: SSG Philip Jarvis | Jun 25, 2004 6:20:48 PM
Please iam in iraq and there is no way to get subscribtions in yours , please can you help. i working with american company as engineer the company called Parsons S&J in International Zone.
Parsons S and J
APO, AE 09316
Posted by: Yasir A.AL-Kaissy | Jan 11, 2005 7:44:47 AM