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    TRCC Coffee - Making Cold Brew with an AeroPress

    Making Cold Brew With an AeroPress coffee maker

    Cold brew in just two minutes

    “Cold brew coffee is a hot trend because of its smooth rich flavor. Made using room temperature water, it's traditionally a messy process that can take up to 24 hours.

    When AeroPress inventor Alan Adler first got the idea to try making cold brew with the AeroPress, he expected that a long steep time would be essential to the process. He was astonished to discover that by using the AeroPress, you can cut your cold brewing time down to about two minutes with full flavored results”!

    The recipe

    Add 1 rounded scoop of fine drip grind coffee

    Add tap water up to the (1)

    Stir for 1 minute (this is very important.)

    Pres gently

    Add tap or ice water to make an 8oz. (237ml) mug of cold brew, or cold milk for a cold brew lattee!

     

    The Secret behind this recipe

    “How can the AeroPress make cold brew in a couple minutes when other devices take hours? The key is the long stir time and using a fine grind of coffee. Optimizing the contact between the surface of the coffee grounds and the water quickly enables delicious flavor extraction from the grounds. It's harder to extract flavor using tap water but the brisk one minute stir overcomes that challenge.

    One more benefit: This cold brew recipe means you can use your AeroPress to brew a delicious coffee beverage even when you don't have access to hot water”!

     

    Leroy A. Petry - Medal of Honor Recipient

    Leroy A. Petry - Medal of Honor Recipient

    An Army Ranger going above and beyond the call of duty even to this day. Staff Sergeant Leroy A. Petry is a Medal of Honor recipient which is the highest Military Honor that can be given. He distinguished himself by acts of gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty during combat operations in 2008 and was severely wounded. Instead of retiring do to his injuries he choose to re-enlisted in the Army and work with wounded Soldiers and their families.

    This is an amazing man who continues service to this Great Nation to this day. He is an inspiration and gives hope to so many. Thank you for your service.

    “For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty: Staff Sergeant Leroy A. Petry distinguished himself by acts of gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty in action with an armed enemy in the vicinity of Paktya Province, Afghanistan, on May 26, 2008. As a Weapons Squad Leader with D Company, 2nd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, Staff Sergeant Petry moved to clear the courtyard of a house that potentially contained high-value combatants. While crossing the courtyard, Staff Sergeant Petry and another Ranger were engaged and wounded by automatic weapons fire from enemy fighters. Still under enemy fire, and wounded in both legs, Staff Sergeant Petry led the other Ranger to cover. He then reported the situation and engaged the enemy with a hand grenade, providing suppression as another Ranger moved to his position. The enemy quickly responded by maneuvering closer and throwing grenades. The first grenade explosion knocked his two fellow Rangers to the ground and wounded both with shrapnel. A second grenade then landed only a few feet away from them. Instantly realizing the danger, Staff Sergeant Petry, unhesitatingly and with complete disregard for his safety, deliberately and selflessly moved forward, picked up the grenade, and in an effort to clear the immediate threat, threw the grenade away from his fellow Rangers. As he was releasing the grenade it detonated, amputating his right hand at the wrist and further injuring him with multiple shrapnel wounds. Although picking up and throwing the live grenade grievously wounded Staff Sergeant Petry, his gallant act undeniably saved his fellow Rangers from being severely wounded or killed. Despite the severity of his wounds, Staff Sergeant Petry continued to maintain the presence of mind to place a tourniquet on his right wrist before communicating the situation by radio in order to coordinate support for himself and his fellow wounded Rangers. Staff Sergeant Petry's extraordinary heroism and devotion to duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service, and reflect great credit upon himself, 75th Ranger Regiment, and the United States Army” (https://themedalofhonor.com/).

    Source for article and photo:

    https://themedalofhonor.com/medal-of-honor-recipients/recipients/petry-leroy-war-on-terror

     

    TRCC Coffee - A Thanksgiving in Afghanistan Never To Be Forgotten

    TRCC Coffee - A Thanksgiving in Afghanistan Never To Be Forgotten

    Photo credit: https://havokjournal.com/

    Happy Thanksgiving from our family at TRCC to yours! The article written below was written by a good friend Joshua Gamboa and Published by the https://havokjournal.com/  It and gives a snapshot of what some soldiers Thanksgiving is like. We can never be grateful enough for the sacrifices these men and women make for us to be safe. Thank you and God Bless!

    "Winter Strike: A Ranger Thanksgiving in Afghanistan"
    by Joshua Gamboa

    "Editors Note: In late 2003, large portions of the 75th Ranger Regiment were deployed for an operation titled “Winter Strike” in the mountains of Afghanistan. This mission was unique in the war on terror in that it saw Rangers going out into the mountains for weeks on end, living off the land and the people to accomplish their mission. This is one such account of the experience, which is very appropriate on this Thanksgiving Day. This first appeared in The Havok Journal November 21, 2018.

    Years ago I spent Thanksgiving on a distant hill in the middle of a God forsaken country I’d visited a few too many times. I was cold, wet, tired, hungry, and homesick. It was the second round of “Winter Strike,” and for those of you who were there, it’s a memory we’ll not soon forget. In all my time in 2nd Ranger Battalion, I never really considered what boot gators were for; that is until I was absolutely reliant upon them as we trudged through knee high snow while searching homes. The first part of “Winter Strike” was spent walking, sleeping, searching, shivering, walking, filling water from streams, walking, bartering for different elements from the LRRP rations, brewing coffee with a small MSR camp stove, and making snow cones with the beverage powder from our meals. It was cold, it was miserable, and it’s one of the fondest memories I have from my time in uniform.

    The first round of “Winter Strike” saw us dropped off in the middle of nowhere, given a direction up the valley, and told to “go.” The stories are too numerous to remember them all, but I recall using local axes and explosives to clear trees for an Helicopter Landing Zone (HLZ), buying goats from the villages we passed to eat, seeing a banner for the Afghani wrestler who was heading to the Olympics, and literally humping for three hours straight only to be able to see that we had moved about 300 meters on the map but ascended a few thousand feet in elevation…. We walked up and down that valley, stayed in whatever shelter we could find to get out of the elements, searched towns and villages, and eventually were picked up in that same HLZ we felled trees to make.

    Back at Bagram we had roughly eight hours before we were back on a bird headed to a different valley. This time we needed to clear to the “83 Gridline.” This mythical line in the ground promised coffee and donuts when we got there and a first class flight back home. That’s not anything close to the truth, but it was the sarcastic joke swimming around in my head. It wasn’t as cold in this valley, there wasn’t the same amount of snow, but it was miserable none the less. We made the best of it by sharing stories and taking care of each other the best way we knew how. Years later I am still amazed at the ability of a Ranger to see discomfort in the faces of his brethren and know exactly what to say or not say to make them feel better or at least distracted. It is this same compassion I witnessed that has been the most prevalent of the lessons I look back upon for guidance from my time in uniform.

    One of these nameless and indistinguishable days turned out to be Thanksgiving. Truthfully, I didn’t even know it was thanksgiving until the platoon leader mentioned it in passing conversation. The thought added what seemed like more misery to my already dreary disposition, the only solace being that my friends were there with me, so I was not alone in my misery.

    My Brothers were a sniper attached for the mission and the weapons squad leader of the platoon I was attached to. I was a mortar section leader who worked often with this company and platoon.

    The two of them had been raised in the same squad as privates and I had the privilege of calling them friends for many years. Our little trio made the best of things as we started a fire that was little more than a couple of twigs putting off more smoke than heat. We settled in for another cold night as we made our rounds checking security and wondering what tomorrow would bring. “Clear all the way to the 83 grid line” was still reverberating through our heads as we tried to figure out what was so special about that invisible line in the earth.

    Later that night a welcome surprise came when 2 UH-60’s came buzzing in with two gunships as escort. The platoon sergeant ran out, flagged them in, and one after another the Blackhawks barely touched down as the crew chiefs started throwing out mermite after mermite. Not more than 40 meters from where my Brothers and I sat, was a pile of containers full of turkey, stuffing, potatoes, ham, sweet potatoes, bread, pies, and even eggnog.

    The chain of command set up the feeding line and we sent our men through as we took their positions on security. They lined up to pile their plates with the tastes of home, and when they had eaten their fill, I sat with a small group of men it has been my pleasure to say I served with and my distinct honor to call my friends. Among us now was my platoon sergeant and the battalion physician’s assistant. The PA didn’t want to eat until all the men on the observation points had made it in to get chow, but I distinctly remember the weapons squad leader saying, “come on sir, break bread with us.”

    He relented, and the five of us broke bread. Among us that were there sat a Jew, an agnostic, two Baptists, and a man who didn’t quite know what he believed in – but none of that mattered. What’s more, in that small group, there were two that couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Two who hated each other to the bone, but none of that mattered either. Before we broke bread and dived in to what must have been the biggest meal we’d seen for just under a month, my good friend who was also the weapon’s squad leader said he thought we should say aloud what we were all thankful for. We looked around at each other and took turns, each of us telling the other four how we felt blessed.

    For that brief moment huddled around a minute fire, I wasn’t in that far off country on a nameless hill. I was seated at as grand a table as I could have imagined, surrounded by nothing less than family. I was at peace in a country that hasn’t seen or ever known the meaning of the word for generations. For those brief few moments, I knew brotherhood more so than I’ve ever known before. The turkey, potatoes, bread and everything else had never tasted so good, nor has the company been as grand as it was for the best Thanksgiving I’ve yet had, and ever hope to have.

    To the four Brothers that shared that meal with me I thank you for giving me one of the greatest memories I’ll ever have.

    To all of you men and women who have stood a post, I thank you for all the great memories I have yet to experience and recall because of the freedom you’ve given me. This year I’m thankful for you all, and the next year and the year after that will be the same".

                                                                          RLTW

    This article was published by the https://havokjournal.com/

    Airbnb hots offer housing for Hurricane Dorian Evacuees

    Airbnb hots offer housing for Hurricane Dorian Evacuees

    Pretty amazing!

    “Airbnb hosts offering free housing for Hurricane Dorian evacuees, relief workers

    (WPDE) — With Hurricane Dorian bearing down on the Southeast and evacuations underway throughout the region, Airbnb hosts are being asked to open up their homes to evacuees and relief workers.

    More than 800 hosts have made their homes available for free to those evacuating the eastern coasts of Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina and Georgia.

    If you have available housing in the marked region, Airbnb asks that you consider opening up your home for those fleeing Hurricane Dorian.

    Our Disaster Response Program is now active to help those impacted by #HurricaneDorian in Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina and Alabama. Find temp accommodations here: http://abnb.do/6013EAGd9

    Article Written by Elizabeth Thomas, WPDE Monday, September 2nd 2019

    Original article link: 

    https://fox17.com/news/nation-world/airbnb-hosts-offering-free-housing-for-hurricane-dorian-evacuees-relief-workers?

     

    Nebraska high school student Honors her father

    Nebraska high school student Honors her father

    This story is simply amazing and beautiful to say the least:

    “A Nebraska high school student's senior pictures are gaining thousands of interactions on social media.

    But they aren't your typical senior pictures, they are honoring her late father.

    Aurora High School senior Julia Yllescas's father died in 2008 when he was fighting for our country in Afghanistan. She said when she went to take her senior pictures, she wanted him to be there in some way.

    "Why it has hit my heart so hard is that I almost felt when I saw those pictures that he truly was there,” said Yllescas.

    On Saturday, Yllescas had her senior pictures taken and sent in pictures to the photographer to see if she could create an "angel picture".

    "And to have a piece of him with me throughout my senior year. Because sometimes it feels like where are you, why did you have to go,” said Yllescas.

    The two pictures she's received back so far show her sitting and standing next to a faint shadow of her father in uniform. 

    Her dad was injured by an IED in Afghanistan in 2008.

    He was flown to the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland where he died a month later. Army Captain Robert Yllescas was then buried in Osceola, Nebraska.” By 

    To see the full video just follow think

    https://www.1011now.com/content/news/Nebraska-teenagers-senior-pictures-honor-father-killed-in-Afghanistan-555928991.html