"Hurricane Katrina – Labor Day 2005
My name is John and I live in Central Texas. I have served in three
different military components totaling 25 years of service and I am
recording this story for posterity. All opinions are the author’s and
if you disagree with them, that’s really too bad.
Katrina Day 1: Monday, 29 August 2005
Watching the news today was horrific. Hurricane Katrina has devastated
an area larger than the United Kingdom. When I heard that Biloxi was
savaged, I immediately thought about my best friend Tracy. Tracy was a
Master Sergeant with me in the US Air Force and we were stationed
together for several years. Friendships formed in the military are far
stronger than anything a civilian can experience. They usually last
until the grave. I won’t go into the psychology of it, it is just so.
You usually bond to one particular individual, and Tracy was it. He was
my Best Buddy, and that is spelt with two capital B’s. I know this man
well enough to know that he was not going to evacuate, he would tough
it out. Now I was worried sick about Tracy and his family. I tried
calling him for several hours but gave up realizing that communication
would be non-existent.
Katrina Day 2: Tuesday, 30 August 2005 Spent several more hours trying to contact Tracy, to no avail. It just was not going to happen. The body count is increasing. The question now is: what can I do?"
In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, one person stood up and did something. Not for recognition, not for any self aggrandizement, but because they could and because it was right.