A personal secret mission

A mission so secret you make it the main mission in your LIFE

You bury it and you bury deep , you tell no one, not even your wifey

( knowing how Women love to talk )

especially the wifey!

Don’t matter what you do, where you end up

you never speak of the MISSION

We pick-up the story here

Donnie Dunagan is a hard-nosed Marine, a highly decorated veteran of the Vietnam War who served for a quarter-century before retiring as a major. First drafted in the ’50s and subsequently promoted 13 times in 21 years — a Corps record at the time, he recalls — Dunagan found the Marines a perfect fit. That is, so long as he could keep the mission SECRET

a Marine whom Dunagan had worked for several times, twice in combat, called him into his office in the early morning about a month before the two of them retired.

“I go in his office and he says, ‘Dunagan! I want you to audit the auditors,’ ” Dunagan recalls. Swamped with other duties, Dunagan respectfully asked him: “General, when do you think I’m going to have time to do that?”

And, finally, the nightmare , the MISSION he’d harbored for years came true.

“He looked at me, pulled his glasses down like some kind of college professor. There’s a big, red, top-secret folder that he got out of some safe somewhere that had my name on it. He pats this folder, looks me in the eye and says, ‘You will audit the auditors. Won’t you, Maj. Bambi?’ “

When Dana asks him how his life is different from the way he might have imagined, Dunagan points out that all the wounds he suffered in service, all the honors he’s earned along the way, still haven’t changed a thing.

“I have some holes in my body that God didn’t put there. I got shot through my left knee. Got an award or two for saving lives over time,” he says. “But I think I could have been appointed as the aide-de camp in the White House, it wouldn’t make any difference — it’s Bambi that’s so dear to people.”

No matter how he tried to escape it, that voice from his past always found him.

“I have some holes in my body that God didn’t put there. I got shot through my left knee. Got an award or two for saving lives over time,” he says. “But I think I could have been appointed as the aide-de camp in the White House, it wouldn’t make any difference — it’s Bambi that’s so dear to people.”

when people realize, ‘This old jerk, he’s still alive and was Bambi.’ And I wouldn’t take anything for it, not a darn thing for it.”


A Warrior in a garden

it’s a good day to smile

you’re home and alive