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The most powerful part of this trip was the people and their stories. The most memorable part of this trip was the sound of helicopters over head mixed with the sound of sloshing mud and the putrid smell of decay. All sounds were buffered, as if some turned the volume down on the world. The dried cracked mud that coated the trees was the tell-tell signs of where the water levels were just 24 hour before. Easily 10 feet over our heads, and well over the roof line of most house. This is an experience not soon forgotten.






















First Lieutenant Joseph Helton was killed in action in Iraq last week. Helton was flown into Brisco Airfield, and escorted through Lawrenceville, Grayson, and Loganville to his home town of Monroe. People were urged to line the streets in respect for this fallen Airman. Grayson was able to show their respect in a huge way. Two fire engines lined opposite sides of highway 20. They raised their ladders, and joined in the middle where a flag was sprawled above the highway. It was an amazing sight. Amanda and I arrived around 4:15. The clouds quickly rolled in and the winds picked up. The rain held out until moments before the escort rolled through. They were gone as quickly as they came, leaving behind flooded roads, and soaked bystanders. 
