Aunt Janice; and Tiffany
Not long after the pandemic shut down the world, Aunt Janice called and I answered my iPhone.
“Hi, Aunt Janice,” I said into the void. “I’m happy to see that it was you, calling.”
“Jason, I’m so hurt by you!”
Read moreMy thoughts on the JFK Assassination; and what we could do about it
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinI have no idea about many things, and I rarely know why I do the things I do.
I’d love to collaborate on a final chapter to a memoir I’m working on; it’s a work in progress, and I’d like the final chapter to be a bit ambiguous, to leave them wanting more, and to point towards a bigger picture.
I love you; and wish you happiness.
Peace,
Jason Ian Partin
Princess Leah & The Gold Club
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreThose who hope in the Lord
Isaiah 40:31
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Byron Kieth Partin
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Uncle Ben
Coach Dale Ketelsen
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead morePig farming. If you don’t know what else to do for a living, try pig farming. If you treat pigs well, you’ll be happy.
Coach
Big Head Ben and The King of Fling
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreI never liked being called the ‘most decorated’ soldier. There were so many guys who should have gotten medals and never did–
Audie Murphy
guys who were killed.
Mrs. Barbee B. Abrams
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreThose who hope in the Lord
Isaiah 40:31
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Rambo and The War on Drugs
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead more“Sometimes I wake up and I don’t know where I am. And I don’t talk to anybody. Sometimes a day. Sometimes a week. Can’t put it out of my mind.” – Rambo
The Devils in Baggy Pants
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead more“American paratroopers – devils in baggy pants – are less than 100 meters from my outpost line. I can’t sleep at night; they pop up from nowhere and we never know when or how they will strike next. Seems like the black-hearted devils are everywhere…”
From a captured WWII German officer’s journal