Cindi Grady Couldn’t Believe Her Eyes… Arkansas Couple’s Incredible Act of Kindness

By Earl Stresak

Uh oh! I must be in trouble,” thought Branson Cracker Barrel waitress Cindi Grady as she followed her boss toward the restaurant’s front door. She tried to think of what she could have possibly done wrong. Cindi began getting a little nervous. The events leading up to the moment started last summer when Gary and Roxann Tackett from Quitman, Ark., frequented the restaurant while visiting Branson. Cindi would wait on them. “They are the most friendly people in the world,” Cindi said. One day they asked Cindi if there was anything they might pray about on her behalf.

Cindi didn’t have to think too hard. Her 2002 Hyundai Accent looked like it was running on a prayer. Cindi commutes to work for her early morning breakfast shift in Branson from Kirbyville. Finances are tight for Cindi and her disabled son. Having to scrape-up money to buy tires during the year put a strain on her tight budget, but when the car hit a deer during the winter, that made things really unpleasant. Still, Cindi plugged along, driving the Hyundai on the early morning trek to work with a strap holding down the car’s hood, and a worn sheet of plastic covering the driver’s side window. The car worried her. “I always worried about something else going wrong with the car and not getting to work.” she said

On a Saturday last November, Cindi was working the breakfast shift. Two of her customers were the Tacketts, who finished their breakfast, left a big tip, and departed. “A few minutes later my boss came up to me and said ‘Cindi I want you to find somebody else to deliver the drinks on your tray and come with me,’ at that point she wasn’t smiling or anything so I thought I was in trouble,” Cindi said. “I was trying to rack my brain, figuring out what I did to warrant being called off a Saturday breakfast rush.” What really got Cindi anxious was when her boss started leading her outside the restaurant. “Instead of leading me to the office, she started leading me toward the door and I thought — wow, this must be really bad if she can’t even do it inside the restaurant,” Cindi said.

Outside, Cindi saw the Tacketts with friends and family standing around a nice looking 2008 Ford Fusion that had a red bow around it. “They told me they had watched me drive my old car all summer and wanted to bless me with a new one,” Cindi said. “It was quite shocking to me. I was shocked, stunned, speechless — all of the above. It was an amazing thing for someone to do for me,” she said trying to hold back tears. The Tacketts had all the necessary paper work ready. They charged Cindi one dollar for the car and signed it over to her. Cindi had the car inspected, registered and insured (her agent waived some administration fees). “It cost me just $50,” she said of the process. “I could never afford a car like that, I could never afford a payment,” she said. “It was really amazing. I don’t have to worry about getting to work anymore. It’s a big blessing in more ways than one knowing that the car will get me from point A to point B without having to put any money into it.”

She said her new car is in great shape. “It’s perfect. It drives nice. I love it.” Of the Tackett family, she said, “They are really a wonderful family. God has a special place in heaven for them.” Cindi now keeps the red bow that was around the car hanging from her rear view mirror — “to remind me that such wonderful people in the world really exist.” A few other people seem to agree. When posted on facebook, the story has gone viral.


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John Simpers Gittin’ By — Veterans Day Cartoons

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GITTIN’S BY cartoonist John Simpers has been drawing cartoons since high school. His different take on life’s zany moments are probably in his genes. His mother’s cousin was Andy Warhol.  John is a Vietnam Veteran,  U.S. Army helicopter pilot, who flew two combat tours. If John’s view of the world could be compared to marching in cadence, it might be said to be whimsically out-of-step.

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Like his peers, Jack Fischer didn’t say much about the war… Every Flight Could Be The Last

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By Earl Stresak

Seated behind the yoke of his B-29 for another bomb run, Jack Fischer probably didn’t think much about what might be called a deadly trial and error air campaign reaching into Japan’s homeland. As is often the case with military campaigns, the high ranking brass and analysts gave their best attack strategies a shot.

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B-29 Pilot Jack Fischer

Some worked, some did not. Trouble was, cost of the learning curve could be loss of human lives. It was just how things worked, how projects succeeded, battles won, Nothing personal.

Fischer and the 10 crewmen under his command all knew that. So, starting his preflight checks, crew checks, engine run-ups, then rolling down the runway on Saipan in 1945, Army Air Corps pilot Capt. Jack Fischer focused on the day’s work — fly his crew 1500 miles to Japan, make a low level bombing raid over Japan, and hopefully get everyone back alive and in one piece.

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The “hopefully” part was stacked against Fischer. Japanese fighter planes might shoot him out of the sky. Anti-aircraft batteries would certainly try as well.  Ever present mechanical gremlins might raise their ugly heads in-flight, working to bring the giant bomber down. Fischer might get blown off course, get disoriented in weather or smoke, spend too much time in the air, run out of fuel, crash, burn, or see his men flounder in a raft on the Pacific Ocean. Even if everyone survived that, worse fates awaited. Death might be preferable to becoming a Japanese POW.  Every airman had heard the stories — starvation, deprivation, torture, beheadings. Pick any of the factors, one or another had taken lots of other crews.

It was a step by step goal of hopscotch. A vast network of tiny islands across the Pacific needed to be taken from the Japanese in order to establish airfields for bombing raids on Japan.  Those potential bomber bases extended from the Aleutians north near Alaska to thousands of miles away into the South Pacific.

Jack Fischer would fly out of Saipan, an island part of the Mariana chain of islands.

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The first to pay a high price for winning those islands back from the Japanese occupying troops were U.S. Marines. They secured the valuable real estate needed to build the bomber line into Japan. Next came combat engineers. Sometimes their work on hastily constructed airfields began while battles still continued. Marines invaded and secured Saipan in June of 1944. Three thousand Americans and 24,000 Japanese lost their lives.

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In 1945, Jack Fischer flew  his B-29, Maiden’s Prayer, tail code T28, serial no. 4461678 under San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge headed to the war in the Pacific.  He flew missions from Saipan that year.

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Reader Praise for U.S. Army Ranger Steve McGuire’s Book “Jungle in Black”

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Read reviews from Amazon of Steve McGuire’s  nonfiction book “Jungle in Black.”  McGuire is in the process of finishing his second book, a novel.

5.0 out of 5 stars An Unforgettable Story, June 9, 2014

Bruce Walker

Jungle in Black is the story of how decorated Army Ranger, Steve Maguire, recovered the pieces of his life after being blinded in combat in Vietnam. Maguire leaves nothing out and pulls no punches. Because of this, some parts of his book are almost brutally honest, but honesty, above all else, is the glue which holds his life together.

Another virtue, courage, an almost matter of fact courage in jungle combat which would melt most of us into puddles of fear, also shines through the Maguire’s writing. This courage appears in the way Maguire confronts life after blindness and also in his uncompromising attitude towards the Vietnam War itself.

Maguire’s story is also one of love, profound love, in fact, which sometimes hides beneath the salty language of combat veterans who have lived moments from death, but which shines through in his defense of the Vietnam War as a noble fight to protect good people from evil.

Maguire’s book defies easy classification. Its prose is often more like poetry. The book is unlike any other I have read about Vietnam or even about American combat experience generally. The reader will not be disappointed.

5.0 out of 5 stars This is a love story as well as a lesson in dealing with …, September 7, 2014

This review is from: Jungle In Black: Revised Edition (Paperback)

Judy Barclay

My husband, Ken Barclay, Ph.D., read this book and wants to share his review: This is a very well-written, thoroughly engrossing book that I consider very valuable and important. Steve Maguire presents in a very genuine, honest form of writing his courage to accept and deal effectively with blindness as a result of injury on the battlefield in Vietnam. He doesn’t dwell on the incident as it happened, but the reader certainly grasps his courage and leadership prior to the battlefield injury and throughout the book.

His post injury recovery combines honesty with humor and wit, to make the book one of exceptional value. This is a love story as well as a lesson in dealing with a number of obstacles and turning them into successes.

This true story is especially timely today in light of the reporting on the treatment of veterans at VA hospitals. In truth, I find this book to be a valuable and appropriate read for everyone, young and old. Many important lessons are gained, and some good laughs too.

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Remember Those KIA Serving in Iraq and Afghanistan …Sadly List Still Grows — Sorrow Enough, but “22 Veterans Commit Suicide Each Day in the U.S.”


U.S. Marine Sgt. Katie Maynard salutes as a casket is lowered during a funeral ceremony at Arlington National Cemetary, Va., on Oct. 24. The ceremony was held for six Marines who died in a CH-53 helicopter crash in Afghanistan. DoD photo by Cpl. Mondo Lescaud, U.S. Marine Corps.

As of August 4, 2014, there have been 2,201 U.S. military deaths in the War in Afghanistan and additional 134 fatalities in the broader Operation Enduring Freedom outside Afghanistan. 1,819 of these deaths inside Afghanistan have been the result of hostile action. 19 964 American servicemembers have been wounded in action during the war.  In addition there are 1,173 U.S. civilian contractor fatalities.

At the end of May 2010, the number of American fatalities was reported to have reached 1,000. By September 2012, the total number passed 2,000. More than two-thirds of those deaths have occurred since the American military presence in Afghanistan was doubled under President Barack Obama in 2009.

The highest number of American fatalities recorded in a single incident occurred on August 6, 2011, in which a transport helicopter was shot down killing 30 Americans, including 22 Navy SEALs.

In another incident in August 2014 major general Harold J. Greene becamethe highest-ranking American servicemember killed by hostile action.

To find casualties listed by name see:

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Nettie Marie’s abruptly ending ride in a Cessna 377 helped fuel momentum for a new airport

(This is the third and last part of a series on Branson’s Downtown M. Graham Clark Airport. To read the previous stories; “Breezy Wasn’t a Breeze to Build,” or “Money Flying in From the Sky,” go to, or email: to request a free PDF copy.)

 By Earl Stresak 

   “I was there that day,” Mark Trimble said.  “I believe it was in ‘68.”

The Trimble family has a long-standing, grass roots, connection with local history, Mark, in particular, with Branson aviation. He had been actively involved managing Branson’s first airport, and now serves on the county board of Downtown M. Graham Clark Airport. He’s a go-to guy on the subject. Mention a local aviation event, chances are he was there, or has first-hand knowledge about it.

Take his airport oral history lesson this day, sharing the story of an aviation mishap helping to jump start development of the M. Graham Clark Airport.

“First airport in town was out on Hwy. 76, built under one of President Roosevelt’s programs under the CCC. (Civilian Conservation Corps), Trimble said. “It was a farm owned by the Boswell family. The city acquired the property and it was completed by 1935. It was open to the public then and was the only airport in town.”

In the 1960’s, flight instructors operating from the airfield acquired a Cessna 337, a push-pull prop aircraft easily spotted by its tail configeration

“They flew it out of Branson,” Trimble said, “ but kept it in Springfield. Branson’s airport was just barely adequate for it. Orville Moore was flying it one day and had Nettie Marie Jones in the airplane. They ran off the end of the runway, across the ditches and across the highway,  Trimble said. The plane came to rest “in a ditch on the south side,” he said “ I know, I was there. Nettie Marie Jones was shook up, but not hurt.”

Nettie Marie’s response was an unexpected, but fortuitous one.

“You need a better airport,” Nettie Marie said.

“She was one of the school’s benefactors back then,” Trimble said. “She was from New York. I remember she used to like to ride the DC-3 and they went and picked her up with a bunch of our friends and flew her out here one time. She funded several things around the campus. She was the reason, primarily, why they built the airport (at it’s present location). She was the driving force behind it.”

Old Airport on 76 Hwy

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Just a field off Hwy 76 — Branson Airport 1939

“Understand, this was city property,” Trimble said of the old airport built by the CCC on 76 Hwy. “I can’t remember how many acres it was but the city used it for different things. The city dump, for instance, was located on the east end of the runway where Red Roof Mall is now.

“Right after the Second World War there was a boom in general aviation. There was a GI Bill training operation there in ‘46 and into ‘47. Hangars were built in ‘46, and the airport was quite busy.”

“The City of Branson still owns the land. “All those businesses like White Water are on leased ground,” Trimble said. “So, the city still has a considerable interest in the old airport (land).” That land generates a lot of income for the city, he said.

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Busy Branson Airport 1947 — note planes line runway and parking area

“The old airport never had asphalt, it always had grass. I was the airport manager for a lot of years. Designating me the airport manager meant I would mow the strip of grass so I could take off and land,” Trimble said who flew planes in and out of the old airport.

When Trimble joined the U.S. Air Force in 1954, he became a meteorolgist stationed in Salina, Kan. On off-duty days, he would return to Branson to keep airport maintenance up.

“GI Bill aviation program left in 1947, and the airport just served the community as a general aviation field,” Trimble said, “until College of the Ozarks started a training program there around ‘67.” The college continued the program at the new airport.

“When the school started to build the airport,” Trimble said, “they reached an agreement to close the other airport. They didn’t want to divide traffic, so the city agreed, and started leasing property off the old airport.

Same Land 1997 where old airport was located
Same Land 1997 where old airport was located

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Graham Clark Airport was completed in 1970 and opened with a ceremony. The grand opening was officiated by Dr. M. Graham Clark whose namesake the facility still keeps as Downtown M.Graham Clark Airport. A passionate aviation enthusiast, Clark along with two other long time area residents, Seth Caperton and Bill Todd headed up the school’s well respected aviation training program.

As part of the opening celebration, a military jet landed at the airport, but the aircraft’s heavy weight caused runway pavement to give way.

The incident prompted restructuring. The runway was then restressed to become a good and solid runway. A grant enabled the airport to extend its runway from 3500 to 3739 feet.

A series of commercial commuter airlines operated out of the airport during the 1990’s.

Early this year, a Southwest Airline’s 737 landed safely at M.Graham Clark by mistake. The landing of the huge jetliner is perhaps dramatic testiment to runway’s present day soundness.


FAMILY UNITES CUTTING BONDS OF PTSD — Daughter Kristin Stowers Shines a Light on the Problem

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Kristin, Steve, Kaili Stowers
Kristin, Steve, Kaili Stowers

When the long-reaching ugly tentacles of post traumatic stress disorder mess with the mind of a fifth-grader, it gets your attention. Its sheds a different light and perspective on a current national problem that challenges grown  men and women veterans and can make daily life a struggle.

So, imagine trying to understand, rationalize, cope with it, at age 10, 11, or 12.  That is what Kristin Stowers did — is doing. So did her older sister Kaili and her mother Angela, and of course, her U.S. Marine Corps veteran and ex-police sergeant father, Steve Stowers.

Like some corroding canister of poison gas that begins leaking,  the invisible effects of long term PTSD began seeping into the Stowers family, consuming existence.  It scrambled life for each them, hitting the youngest, Kristin, probably the hardest.

Steven Stowers served in Operation Desert Storm when the terror of possible biological or chemical gas attacks were part of military anticipation and preparation. The wars’ well documented atmosphere of fire, smoke, and oil fields ablaze added a surrealistic fear of the unknown.

Steve would bring those images home with him locked into his subconscious. They would stay mostly hidden for a long time, then begin to surface more, take control and manifest themselves in classic style — denial, silent anger, outbursts, withdrawal, temporary acceptance, depression.  (See U.S. Marine Steve Stowers’ Story below)

Fifth-grade  stigma of PTSD

In fifth-grade,  Kristin had started at a new school. An innocent classroom ritual, would create a stressful burden for her and Kaili.

Kids were asked to share what their parents did for a living.

“I’d say, oh, my mom works at the municipal court and my Dad is medically retired,” Kristen said.

Medically retired? The class wondered — what did that mean?

“They would always ask why, and it would be — ‘Oh, he has PTSD,’– and they would ask what it was and everything. Then, it got to the point they would be bugging me about it.” Kristin’s voice begins to sob when recalling the experience which would repeat itself during future school years. Classmates began to react to Kristen and Kaili differently than to other friends and students. It’s what Angela Stowers refers to as the “stigma of PTSD.”

At school, they dealt with the social stigma, at home, the first-hand reality of PTSD fueled behavior. Home life could be a pins and needles situation.

Steve’s lack of control over his PTSD nagged at him.  A Marine, a police officer, a father, he felt it was his responsibility to be in charge of himself and his family the in-control leader. It wasn’t happening.

For wife and mother Angela Stowers, watching her family’s vitality and happiness draining away over the years, took its toll on her.

“I think the one thing that the kids had to deal with is the stigma of it,” Angela said.  “People don’t want to know what PTSD is.”

But, if someone does take the time to understand, Angela said they develop a mentality that says, “we need to stay away from you.”

It is tough for a veteran, a wife, “but, my kids,” she said. “What they have had to deal with is not what most 40 or 50 year olds have to deal with.

It’s a ripple effect,” Angela said. “The veteran has PTSD, but the family is getting the secondary effects,” she said.

Those secondary effects can create a mirrored environment for the family.

Filled with hidden emotion, daily experiences can escalate into ugly moments.

Friends bailing out

“It was all while I was getting settled down in that school,” Kristin said of her elementary school experience when she and Kaili first became aware of the far reaching effects of PTSD.

Steve’s moods would often be mirrored by the family.

“It really was a chain effect,” Kristin said. The mood at home could turn angry. The anger could become contagious in the house.

“It got to the point I started shutting myself off from my family,” Kristin said. I excluded myself.”

“Then my friends started bailing out on me because I was too much drama because of what was going on here,” Kristin said still sobbing. “No one really wanted to talk to me. It got to the point when I would just stay quiet about it, then would burst into tears whenever I got home. It got to the point when me and my sister were crying in the middle of the night.”

One emotionally sad night would turn things onto a positive path. Despite her own emotions, Kaili came into her younger sisters room and tried to console her. She told Kristin that “everything seemed to be going wrong a the moment, but it would be ok.”

Kaili realized, as would Kristin that “there was something I was not feeling and needed to go get help with,” Kristin said. Later, talking it over with Angela it become clear that effects of PTSD did not belong to only a veteran and his wife. The Stowers would get help, begin to talk, as a family, about what was going on in their home. It proved the right thing to do. With work and talk, the girls began to get their father back, Angela her husband, .

“We have good days and bad days, but for us, as long as we know we are a family, we can get through the day.”

To help other children whose parent has  military related PTSD, Kristin Stowers composed an essay on the subject. Those thoughts and feelings were entered into the Kansas Congressional Record.

She has also won first place at the Kansas State Fair poster competition. Entrants were required to design a poster on how the community could help others.

As with the rest of the Stowers family, Kristin has transformed from a victim to an advocate taking positive action to get the word out and educate others they have alternative positive options other than passive despair.

“The VA has help for the veteran,” Angela said. “They do not have help for families. They do not have help for children.”

“I think what my sister did was very good,” Kaili Stowers told a reporter in her hometown, of Hutchinson, KS. “She’s letting everyone know what’s happening. Kaili also praises her father for setting a good example and getting treatment. “I think this is a good start for everyone,” she said.

Steve summed things up about the positive path the family is on, working together to keep their bonds strong.

“Now I have PTSD,” he said. “PTSD does not have me.


When the air campaign begin in Operation Desert Storm U.S. Marine Steve Stowers unit crossed into Kuwait City into combat. He would leave the area six months later a changed man.

Perhaps the number one psychological threat at the time was the fear of anticipated poison gas attack. Media reports about that possibility in the U.S. had dominated the news. The military had been preparing for it.  Steve’s unit spent time in Saudi Arabia training to prepare for a gas attack prior to advancing into combat. When a suspected gas attack warning sounded, Marines donned their ever present gas masks.

The supposed probability only added another dimension of fear in a theater of war already looking eerie and surreal with smoke and fire from burning oil fields.

“It was the gas warnings, it was the incoming fire that was coming on,” Steve said. “We had mortars coming in on us. Right before the ground war actually started, we did a raid across the border and took out an Iraqi unit, an artillery unit. We took out their headquarters, their fire direction center and their firing batteries. So, that’s how it started with us. It was kind of surreal. We’re in this. We just killed some people.

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