Buckland

Flying on a Black hawk helicopter.

If anyone ever gets the opportunity, DO NOT turn it down.

I reported to the National Guard Hanger around 9:30 a.m. and was told to grab some ear plugs and head downstairs to be briefed. There were five civilians and three National Guardsmen. We took off in the Western Alaska darkness around 10:15 am. I sat in a seat facing backwards, alone with side windows.

We flew north east to the village of Buckland, where the forecast predicted at least -25 F, not including any sort of wind chill.

We watched the sun rise over the snow covered tundra and on into the mountains. Coming close to peaks and summits, gazing at the blowing snow swirling on the ground below.

As we grew closer to our destination, I actually saw some trees. Simple pleasures, especially when you do not see any for months at a time.

We landed just after the sun had come up- approximately around 12:30. We were greeted by villagers on snowmachines, 4-wheelers, and a truck looking to give us a lift to the elementary/middle/high school. Getting my backpack on and securing my gloves a National Guardsmen opens the door and screams 'Its 45 below be ready.' It seemed that everyone went into preparation mode for the arctic temperatures. I zipped up my jacket, secured my scarf and hoped that my clothes would suffice.

I stepped off the helicopter, took a breath and my glasses fogged up and in turn froze. So, I am standing there, blind and wandering into a bed of a truck that I hope is headed to the elementary school- but I see that Santa is also piling on so I feel secure.

We drive through a row of houses and approach a beautiful school that I learned was just built seven years earlier.

We unloaded the truck and headed inside. Looking around I see kids, teachers, and administrators barking orders and kids obeying everything coming out of the adults mouthes. I was impressed, they seemed to be running a tight ship and I did not want to step out of line.

We were set up in the Library, the elves went to work and Santa got ready. I had my KNOM duties to do so I got the Marantz recorder ready and acquainted myself with my surroundings. Mostly defrosting my glasses.

The students filed in one class at a time by grade. We learned that an elder had passed away and the funeral was during the scheduled time- so we had an hour to see between 150 and 175 students, take a picture with the Jolly Old Man and hand them their gift. Glorious.

They brought students in one class at a time and the children stood tolerantly for their turn, I have never seen kids so well behaved.

One student was making sarcastic comments and passing out jokes. I was behind him and he turns around and said 'What is this? A recorder?' I told him it was and he faced me and said- 'Wait, I don't know you.' I told him what I was doing and he felt the recorder and commented on how big it was and questioned my attendance. His name was Jeremiah. A boy behind him poked him and froze and without missing a beat Jeremiah just said the boys name and said to stop, he knows that poke.

Jeremiah is blind, and told me that he may not see the computer screen but he can be brutal with computers- I believe him.

The students as well behaved as they were, did show excitement when they received their gift, no one, not even a baby cried when they sat on Santa's lap. Amazing.

We did get everyone happily through.

The entourage gathered everything up in the library and tried to figure a ride back to the chopper. In 45 below, walking did not sound to pleasant. A teenager walked in and her mother, the principal, asked 'Did you try to start the truck this morning' and she simply stated that it would not even turn over. That is what happens in 45 below, if something was not already on, it is too late.

A man was walking through and said his truck was on and he could drop us off. Walking outside I tried not to repeat my previous mistake, and made a hole for air through my knotted scarf, it worked for a minute.

We landed in Buckland around 12:40 and suddenly at 1:40 pm we are headed back to the Back hawk. Talk about a quick trip!

We loaded up and this time- I faced forward.

The trip back was exciting, it was like we were on a roller coaster or in a movie. At times the pilots decided to have a little fun. We would circle and sometime maneuver to see caribou herds or a frozen creek bed.

We dove to the ground, spin around and flew over some amazing Alaskan wilderness.

I made it home safely, and exhausted. A trip needed, I would do it agian in a heartbeat.

Blackhawks and Operation Santa Claus

Tuesday I went on a Blackhawk helicopter to deliver presents to good little kids in the village of Buckland, Alaska. I went with Santa, his elves, and the National Guard.

**When I finish the Christmas play for broadcast on KNOM and everything I will post a more in depth description of my fabulous experience.**

It was phenomenal.

Former Marine talks about coming home

Former Marine talks about coming home
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Daniel Lee was interviewed about the challenges of returning to civilian life after coming home from the war.

Nome Holidays

Permafrost does not allow trees to grow around this area- so Nome flies in Christmas trees, it is a luxury needless to say.
Without trees to absorb nature's winds, the wind is free to rip through anything in it's path. They got up to 50 mph a few night ago. My roommate Jacob woke me up around 3 a.m. and the things on his wall where shaking. I have never really been in winds that powerful that they shook things inside a house. The forecast consists of 'snow and blowing snow'--- fabulous.
Our house is decorated for Christmas! We are picking up a Christmas tree tomorrow, so we are getting a live tree!
Things I have learned with the mild introduction to winter so far:
- Windburn hurts.
- When you have been inside all day you do not care it is -3 F, you still want to walk.
- 10:30 am and 10:30 pm look the same
- Parties are necessary for social interaction
- Reading can make one a hermit
- Small communities have more activities then I can count

Nome has Safety Patrol, consisting of citizens that patrol Front Street in Nome during the weekends that people receive their Personal Fund Dividend checks and other various holidays and celebrations. Some villages are dry- no alcohol whatsoever. Thus, some fly here to have a little fun. The purpose is to make sure people are not falling off the seawall into the Bering Sea, freezing to death and even just to make sure the police are called if there seems to be altercation. Like a hyped neighborhood watch. I patrolled this past weekend from midnight to 1:30 am. It is a nice experience to help out in the community. I keep reiterating this but it is true, Nome is a small community and they take pride in what they have, people watch out for each other.

I have just finished 'Rome Sweet Home' by Dr. and Mrs. Scott Hahn. Great book, Dr. Hahn and his wife, Kimberly, wrote about their venture from the Presbyterian church into the Catholic Faith. Pretty insightful.