Lord, when we were young and full of life you seen fit to take us away from each other. Now that we're older and get together when and where we can, to enjoy each other and remember those brothers that we love dearly, don't you dare separate us now. I don't like to doubt, but Lord, your sure making it hard to believe. Have mercy on this Marine that is now in your hands. Give our brother back to us. You don't need him right now. Look around yourself Lord, you have enough of us already. Let us grow old together in peace.
Dave Roberts, USMC combat veteran
Joel had spent Memorial Day weekend with combat bro's who belong to a reclusive group of combat veterans. They'd gathered at 1bn27's plantation in Matthews Virginia, and Joel was returning to Indianna from there. He had planned to go about halfway before resting. He was riding a first of the line Indian Chief, btw. A motorist around Charleston, WestbyGod, Virginia, found Joel on the side of the road. He wasn't apparently breathing. There is no word on how long he'd been there. The motorist took him to the hospital. Initial reports are of a torn liver, kidney, spleen, broken ribs and chestplate and breathing via respirator. One of the other bros, also returning from the gathering to Ohio, diverted and fetched Joel's wife Marla and went lickitysplit to Charleston. Joel wakened long enough to squeeze Marla's hand, which is encouraging, however the doctors say tonight is going to be the real challenge. Joel never refused to stand up, his goal is always to give and not to recieve. Please pray for Joel, our Pointman. Where my tagline sez 3/1 India, 3rd, 0311, 68-69, Joel's would read /1 India, 3rd, 0311, 66-67. Thank you.