Commentary Search

  • My heritage lives in me

    I'll never forget the night I first met him.   It was late and raining outside. We pulled up to his house in Tennessee and my dad and I walked up to the front door. When the door opened I saw a tall shadowy figure standing in front of me. He didn't say a single word. He just held out his hand and

  • A fond farewell

    As I prepare to depart Keesler, I would like to take an opportunity to express how much I appreciate what you all have done for the 81st Training Wing and Team Keesler. It is with a sad heart that I must move on but I know I will always cherish these memories and experiences as the best in my