I noticed Col. Doc Harry sticking his head out his door, and thought that this was a good time for both of us to get dressed and get away from this place--as far away as possible.

Later on that day, I related what occurred to our unit First Sergeant. Our First Sergeant was a Lieutenant in the Portland Police Department.

"You stayed where?" he asked. "For cripes sake Eagle. That motel's notorious." He continued, "You are out of your mind for staying there. It's a major place for gangs, drugs, and prostitution. A week doesn't go by without some sort of a problem."

"Sheesh," thought I. "Harry did it to me again."

The rest of the day went well for all. Most of our work for CLERT preparation was completed, the military Dining-in was a success and the final event was our annual Christmas turkey drawing. Six turkeys would be given away.

Col. Harry had bought a handful of tickets. He let everyone know that he was going to be a winner.

The unit mess steward reached in for the first winning ticket. A number was called.

Harry's face split into a smile. "That's my number!" he shouted. Harry smiled and quietly said, "What did I tell you?"

Another number was called. Harry's eyes blinked and he smirked. "Hey, that's my number too."

A third number was called, and Harry looked perplexed. He handed me a ticket and whispered, "Hey Sgt. Eagle would you get that turkey for me?"

A forth and fifth number was called, and it became obvious that Harry was having a problem. He was the winner.

To the Good Colonel's credit, Harry gave all but one of the turkeys away to needy friends.

It's true, regardless of what I have told others, Harry has never ever tried to get me killed. Still there have been a few times, when I have had to ask God for forgiveness regarding thoughts of my own towards my friend, Colonel Doc Harry.