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By Art Harris, The Bald Truth, (c) www.artharris.com, all rights reserved

The Bald Truth has learned exclusive new details about Misty Croslin’s behaviour the night she reported her boyfriend’s five year old daughter missing from their trailer in Satsuma, Florida almost a year ago—that she had balked at babysitting Haleigh Cummings, and her little brother, JR, complaining she was just too exhausted after a three day binge of drugs and sex with party pals.

“She told me, ‘I didn’t want to even watch the kids that night because I was too tired from partying that weekend,’” her sister in law, Lindsay, told me in an exclusive interview Tuesday night that I broke on CNN HLN’s Nancy Grace Show.

Then, Misty related, Ronald Cummings mother, offered to pay her. “She told me, ‘Teresa (Neves) said, ‘I’ll pay you to watch ‘em.’ But I told her, ‘No, you don’t have to pay me, I’ll watch ‘em.’ Remember that weekend, she and Ronald were fighting after she came back, so she told his mother, ‘No, I’ll go home and watch ‘em if it’s okay with Ronald.’” Read the rest of this entry »

Cpl. Sanchez, 2nd LAR, (c) www.artharris.com

By Art Harris, The Bald Truth, (c) www.artharris.com, all rights reserved

I arrived in a sandstorm, and left in a sandstorm, the raging desert winds etching stings and memories of war few can erase–friendship and gratitude I carry with me today on Veterans Day, and every day for the young Marines who looked out for me as an embedded journalist, and each other, rough, tough, ready to fight– and ever polite.

“Sir, could you please bend down so I could shoot out your window?” asked my driver, Cpl. Sanchez, as our 7-ton ammo truck came under fire one night in Nasirya. I scribbled notes, now illegible, as the men let me into their lives, some cut short, to write about their hopes, dreams and missions I’ll be sharing about these and other American heroes from time to time on The Bald Truth.

Not a day goes by I don’t think about the young guns of the 2nd Marines light armored reconn unit (LAR) out of Camp LeJeune, North Carolina, and how we raced across the Iraq border in March, 2003, my only weapons, laptop and cameras. As I salute them today, and all the men and women in uniform, I also wince about how we got off on the wrong foot–my fault–and my first brush with fear.

Then Marine Cpl Rey Narvais, (c) artharris.com

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