Going Tribal . ..Is not only for Men! The night of the SB'S ....Jodi, Jason and I were sitting aroung drinking wine...drinking wine....drinking wine...Oh yeah, well way too much wine later Jason, Jodi and I were running around my house in the middle of the night. Of course I was put at the front of the line, I was doing the Recon mission.. .and it worked well! I fell down into the well pump housing, dutifully protecting my brother and his wife from harm. all they heard was " It's safe out here, there is nothing you can get hurt oooooooooonnnnnnn"....so bleeding, sitting in the kitchen drinking more wine and after trying a few kung-fu moves on Jason, drawing blood!! YES!!! I was feeling extra tribal! Jodi and I had incense lit to ward off the evil spirits that had tried creeping in ( Jason) and bared our chests, beating them, running around a fire... or something....Anyway!

All of our soliders. God Bless em all!!

My nickname growing up was Moose... still is!





A Poem I wrote for my brother Jason Balazs. My Hero.


My Brother the Soldier

My shattered soul cried out one night,
My brother answered and fled my fright.

In the trenches, my walls caved in,
His hand reached down and he jumped in.

His arms around me I breathed a sigh,
As bombs exploded and bullets flew by.

He saw my rifle, on the ground,
He held me tight, there was no sound.

We waited in silence through the hell of the night,
Both barely alive by dawn's early light.

Does my brother know if not for him,
I would have committed God's greatest sin.

The night I cried out, he heard my call,
My brother the Soldier, never let me fall.

He never judged me or left me alone,
My brother the Soldier said we're going home.

Heidi K. Balazs-Mead