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	<title>Comments on: Past Talkeetna resident dies in Maine</title>
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		<title>By: Eric Ulrich</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eric Ulrich</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 10:07:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Knew him as &quot;Joe&quot; in the USAF.
Joe had a strong personal code. If Joe gave you something, whether it was advice or a tangible thing, it carried a certain unforgettable weight that eludes description.
 I remember once we were aware of an impending O.R.I. (Operation Readiness Inspection)  They were awful things that would drag on for days. Deciding to salvage what time we could for ourselves, we jumped into a rental car and headed to the north end of Okinawa.  It was the first time I ever really explored the island, having been used to the culture near our base.  I don&#039;t think we left a stone unturned. During some of our wanderings we were actually sober.  During a brief slightly less than sober trip to some giant sea-side aquarium Joe startled me with a rather lengthy quote from Shakespeare.  Shakespeare!  I managed to snap a shot of him during his &quot;scene&quot;.   I never imagined the picture would someday be so hard to look at.                               
                                                                                         &quot;May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.&quot;  my friend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Knew him as &#8220;Joe&#8221; in the USAF.<br />
Joe had a strong personal code. If Joe gave you something, whether it was advice or a tangible thing, it carried a certain unforgettable weight that eludes description.<br />
 I remember once we were aware of an impending O.R.I. (Operation Readiness Inspection)  They were awful things that would drag on for days. Deciding to salvage what time we could for ourselves, we jumped into a rental car and headed to the north end of Okinawa.  It was the first time I ever really explored the island, having been used to the culture near our base.  I don&#8217;t think we left a stone unturned. During some of our wanderings we were actually sober.  During a brief slightly less than sober trip to some giant sea-side aquarium Joe startled me with a rather lengthy quote from Shakespeare.  Shakespeare!  I managed to snap a shot of him during his &#8220;scene&#8221;.   I never imagined the picture would someday be so hard to look at.<br />
                                                                                         &#8220;May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.&#8221;  my friend.</p>
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		<title>By: John Hosey</title>
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		<dc:creator>John Hosey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 16:43:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I knew Joe from the Air Force.  We were stationed together in Okinawa with the 18th SPS Emergency Services Teams.  He was a plank holder and a well respected man.  His abilities were beyond measure and border mythical.  In a bet with Air Force PJs, a Marine Recon Platoon and a detached SEAL unit, he outlasted all personnel by doing 100, one-armed push ups.  He could have done more but everyone else quit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I knew Joe from the Air Force.  We were stationed together in Okinawa with the 18th SPS Emergency Services Teams.  He was a plank holder and a well respected man.  His abilities were beyond measure and border mythical.  In a bet with Air Force PJs, a Marine Recon Platoon and a detached SEAL unit, he outlasted all personnel by doing 100, one-armed push ups.  He could have done more but everyone else quit.</p>
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