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    ArmyMom007

    almost 6 years ago

    26 comments

    The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
    I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
    My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
    My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
    Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
    transforming the yard to a winter delight.

    The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
    Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
    My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
    Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
    In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
    so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

    The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
    but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
    Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, then the
    sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
    My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
    And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

    Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
    A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
    A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
    Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
    Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
    Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

    "What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
    "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
    Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
    You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
    For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
    Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

    To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
    Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
    "I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
    "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
    That separates you from the darkest of times.

    No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
    I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
    My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
    Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
    My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
    And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

    I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
    But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
    Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
    The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
    I can live through the cold and the being alone,
    Away from my family, my house and my home.

    I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
    I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
    I can carry the weight of killing another,
    Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
    Who stand at the front against any and all,
    To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

    ”So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
    Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
    "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
    "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
    It seems all too little for all that you've done,
    For being away from your wife and your son."

    Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
    "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
    To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
    To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
    For when we come home, either standing or dead,
    To know you remember we fought and we bled.
    Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
    That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

    PLEASE, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
    people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate thesee
    festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

    LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
    30th Naval Construction Regiment
    OIC, Logistics Cell One
    Al Taqqadum, Iraq

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    ArmyMom007

    almost 6 years ago

    26 comments

    TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
    HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
    IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
    PLASTER AND STONE.

    I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
    WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
    AND TO SEE JUST WHO
    IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

    I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
    A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
    NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
    NOT EVEN A TREE.

    NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
    JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
    ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
    OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

    WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
    A SOBER THOUGHT
    CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

    FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
    IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
    I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
    ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

    THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
    CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
    IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

    THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
    THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
    NOT HOW I PICTURED
    A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

    WAS THIS THE HERO
    OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
    CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
    THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

    I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
    THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
    OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
    WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

    SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
    THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
    AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
    A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

    THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
    EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
    BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
    LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

    I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
    HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
    ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
    IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

    THE VERY THOUGHT
    BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
    I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
    AND STARTED TO CRY.

    THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
    AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
    SANTA DON'T CRY,
    THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
    I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
    I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
    MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
    MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.

    THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
    AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
    I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
    I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

    I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
    SO SILENT AND STILL
    AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
    FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

    I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
    ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
    SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

    THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
    WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
    WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
    IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.

    ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
    AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

    MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
    AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.

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    ArmyMom007

    almost 6 years ago

    26 comments

    Sack Lunches

    I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat
    down
    in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight.
    I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I
    will get a short nap,' I thought. Just
    before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the
    aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally
    surrounding
    me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are
    you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to
    me.
    Great Lakes Air Base. We'll be there
    for two weeks for special training, and then we're
    being deployed to Iraq .
    After flying for about an hour, an announcement was
    made
    that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It
    would be several hours before we reached Chicago , and I
    quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time.
    As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask
    his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that
    seems like
    a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably
    wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we
    get to Chicago .
    His friend agreed.
    I looked around at the other soldiers. None were
    buying
    lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the
    flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch
    to
    all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and
    squeezed
    tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked
    me. My son was a soldier in Iraq; it's
    almost
    like you are doing it for him.'
    Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where
    the
    soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked,
    Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
    Chicken, I replied, wondering why she asked.
    She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a
    minute later with a dinner plate from first class.
    This is your thanks.'
    After we finished eating, I went again to the back of
    the
    plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me.
    I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here,
    take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
    Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight
    Captain
    coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as
    he
    walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed
    he
    was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane.

    When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his
    hand,
    and said, 'I want to shake your hand.'
    Quickly unfastening my seat belt I stood and took the
    Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said,
    I
    was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone
    bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never
    forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard
    from all of the passengers.
    Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could
    stretch
    my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front
    of
    me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left
    another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
    When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and
    started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane
    door
    was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt
    pocket,
    turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another
    twenty-five dollars!
    Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering
    for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and
    handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you
    some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a
    sandwich. God Bless You.'
    Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and
    respect
    of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my
    car,
    I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These
    soldiers
    were giving their all for our country. I could only
    give
    them a couple of meals.
    It seemed so little...
    ' A veteran is someone who, at one point in his
    life wrote a
    blank check made payable to 'The United States of
    America ' for an amount of 'up to and
    including my
    life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many
    people
    in this country who no longer understand it.''

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    ArmyMom007

    almost 6 years ago

    26 comments

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    ArmyMom007

    almost 6 years ago

    26 comments

    PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING:
    The following is a narrative taken from Sunday Morning's televised 'Meet The Press' and the author is employed by none other than the Washington Post!!

    From Sunday's Televised 'Meet the Press' Senator Obama was asked about his stance on the American Flag. Obama Explains National Anthem Stance Sun, 07 Sept. 2008 11:48:04 EST, General Bill Ginn' USAF (ret.) asked Obama to explain why he doesn't follow protocol when the National Anthem is played. The General also stated to the Senator that according to the United States Code, Title 36, Chapter 10, Sec. 171... During rendition of the national anthem when the flag is displayed, all present except those in uniform are expected to stand at attention facing the flag with the right hand over the heart. At the very least, 'Stand and Face It'

    Senator Obama Live on Sunday stated:

    'As I've said about the flag pin, I don't want to be perceived as taking sides, Obama said. 'There are a lot of people in the world to whom the American flag is a symbol of oppression. And the anthem itself conveys a war-like message. You know, the bombs bursting in air and all. It should be swapped for something less parochial and less bellicose. I like the song 'I'd Like To Teach the World To Sing.' If that were our anthem, then I might salute it.'We should consider to reinvent our National Anthem as well as to redesign our Flag to better offer our enemies hope and love. It's my intention, if elected, to disarm America to the level of acceptance to our Middle East Brethren. If we as a Nation of warring people, should conduct ourselves as the nations of Islam, whereas peace prevails. Perhaps a state or period of mutual concord between our governments. When I become President, I will seek a pact or agreement to end hostilities between those who have been at war or in a state of enmity, and a freedom from disquieting oppressive thoughts. We as a Nation have placed upon the nations of Islam an unfair injustice. My wife disrespects the Flag for many personal reasons. Together she and I have attended several flag burning ceremonies in the past, many years ago. She has her views and I have mine'. Of course now, I have found myself about to become the President of the United States and I have put aside my hatred. I will use my power to bring CHANGE to this Nation, and offer the people a new path of hope. My wife and I look forward to becoming our Country's First Family. Indeed, CHANGE is about to overwhelm the United States of America .'

    Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard it right. This could possibly be our next President.
    I, for one, am speechless.

    Dale Lindsborg ,

    Washington Post



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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    YES, SHE WAS A TRAITOR..!!

    In Memory of
    my brother-in-law
    LT. C. Thomsen Wielandwho spent 100 days at the Hanoi Hilton

    She really was a Traitor

    IF YOU NEVER FORWARDED
    ANYTHING IN < B>YOUR LIFE FORWARD THIS
    SO THAT EVERYONE WILL KNOW!!!!!!

    She really was a traitor

    A TRAITOR IS ABOUT TO BE HONORED
    KEEP THIS MOVING ACROSS AMERICA


    This is for all the kids born in the 70's who do
    not remember, and didn't have to bear the
    burden that our fathers, mothers and older
    brothers and sisters had to bear.


    Jane Fonda is being honored as one of the
    '100 Women of the Century.'

    BY BARBRA WALTERS

    Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still
    countless others have never known how Ms.
    Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country,
    but specific men who served and sacrificed
    during Vietnam

    The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot
    The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat.


    In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF
    Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison
    the 'Hanoi Hilton.'


    Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell,
    cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was
    ordered to describe for a visiting American
    'Peace Activist' the 'lenient and humane
    treatment' he'd received.


    He spat at Ms. Fonda,
    was clubbed and was dragged away.
    During the subsequent beating, he fell forward
    on to the camp Commandant 's feet which
    sent that officer berserk


    In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from
    double vision (which permanently ended his
    flying career) from the Commandant's frenzied
    application of a wooden baton.
    From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the
    47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the
    'Hanoi Hilton',,, the first three of which his
    family only knew he was 'missing in action'.
    His wife lived on faith that he was still alive.
    His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and
    clothed routine in preparation for a
    'peace delegation' visit.
    They, however, had time and devised a plan to
    get word to the world that they were alive
    and st ill survived.. Each man secreted a tiny
    piece of paper, with his Social Security Number
    on it, in the palm of his hand..


    When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a
    cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each
    man's hand and asking little encouraging
    snippets like: 'Aren't you sorry you bombed
    babies?' and 'Are you grateful for the humane
    treatment from your benevolent captors?'
    Believing this HAD to be an act, they each
    palmed her their sliver of paper.
    She took them all without missing a beat. At the
    end of the line and once the camera stopped
    rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs,
    she turned to the officer in charge and handed
    him all the little pieces of paper.


    Three men died from the subsequent beatings.
    Colonel Carrigan was almost number four
    but he survived, which is the only reason we
    know of her actions that day.


    I was a civilian economic development advisor
    in Vietnam , and was captured by the North
    Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in
    1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years.


    I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one
    year in a cage in Cambodia ; and one year
    in a 'black box' in Hanoi .
    My North Vietnamese captors deliberately
    poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a
    nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South
    Vietnam , whom I buried in the jungle near the
    Cambodian border.
    At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs.
    (My normal weight is 170 lbs.)

    We were Jane Fonda's 'war criminals.'
    When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi , I was asked by
    the camp communist political officer if I would
    be willing to meet with her.


    I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real
    treatment we POWs received... and how
    different it was from the treatment purported by
    the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as
    'humane and lenient.'


    Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky
    floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched
    with a large steel weights placed on my hands,
    and beaten with a bamboo cane.


    I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda
    soon after I was released.
    I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV.
    She never did answer me.


    These first-hand experiences do not exemplify
    someone who should be honored as part
    of '100 Years of Great Women.'
    Lest we forget...' 100 Years of Great Women'
    should never include a traitor whose hands are
    covered with the blood of so many patriots.


    There are few things I have strong visceral
    reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation in
    blatant treason, is one of them.
    Please take the time to forward to as many
    people as you possibly can.
    It will eventually end up on her computer and
    she needs to know that we will never forget.
    RONALD D. SAMPSON, CMSgt, USAF
    716 Maintenance Squadron, Chief of
    Maintenance
    DSN: 875-6431
    COMM: 883-6343


    PLEASE HELP BY SENDING THIS TO
    EVERYONE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK. IF
    ENOUGH PEOPLE SEE THIS MAYBE HER
    STATUS WILL CHANGE

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    YA, GOTTA LOVE HIM....A MUST READ...PLEASE DO YOURSELF A FAVOR...READ THIS! The Plan! ? Robin Williams, wearing a shirt that says "I love New York " in Arabic. You gotta love Robin Williams......Even if he's nuts! Leave it to Robin Williams to come up with the perfect plan. What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message. Robin Williams' plan...(Hard to argue with this logic!) "I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan." 1) "The US will apologize to the world for our "interference" in their affairs, past & present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those "good 'ole' boys", we will never "interfere" again. 2) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany , South Korea , the Middle East , and the Philippines . They don't want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence. 3) All illegal aliens have 90 da! ys to g et their affairs togeth er and leave We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of whom or where they are. They're illegal!!! France will welcome them. 4) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers. 5) No foreign "students" over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby. 6) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for a while 7) Offer Saudi Arab! ia and other oil producing c ountries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.) < BR> 8) If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "interfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need.. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything. 9) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don't need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens. 10) All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH..learn it...or LEAVE...Now, isn't that a winner of a plan? "The Statue of! Libert y is no longer sayi ng "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' " If you agree with the above forward it to friends....If not, and I would be amazed, DELETE it!!

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU HAVE!

    Read this and then reread it. Especially the last part...

    I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 57 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

    He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.

    He knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.

    Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.

    Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak.

    Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft gr een pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket.. Hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

    She saw me watching her and she smiled. 'My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know.'

    I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.

    'My husband passed away eight days ago,' I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice.. 'Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together.'

    She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.

    I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone. < BR>
    I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile! I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.

    As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. 'These are for you,' she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. 'When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for.' She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.

    I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wra pping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.

    Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

    Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.
    (Please read all of this, it is really nice)

    This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the person that sent it to you.

    Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

    Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord , that I can see. Many are blind.

    Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden..

    Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.

    Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many wh o are lonely.

    Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.

    Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.

    Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest. Thank you, Lord, for life.

    Pass this on to the friends you know. It might help a bit to make this world a better place to live, right? A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone to treasure.

    For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place.

    YOU ARE MY FRIEND!

    God bless you and yours.

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    Let us stand and pray for thoese who have fallen and gave there lives on this sad day, but rejoyce for they will never be forgotten......GOD BLESS AMERICA...

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    My son is 82nd airborn ENG Div Ft Bragg NC and in training for special forces , has his jump training, jungle, an desert so I know he will be going over I just pray everyday he dosen't. And all of the men and woman around the world will come home. God Bless America THE RED WHITE AND BLUE, THESE COLORS WILL NEVER RUN.......

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    Everyone PLEASE read the posting I have up they would mean ALOT to me if they were passed on to others......Thank you and God Bless....

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    Subject: Starbucks Coffee And The Marine Corps Guess I won't be drinking Starbucks anymore! ! Recently Marines in Iraq wrote to Starbucks because they wanted to let them know how much they liked their coffees, and to request that they send some of it to the troops there. Starbucks replied, telling the Marines, thank you for their support of their business, but that Starbucks does not support the war, nor anyone in it, and that they would not send the troops their brand of coffee. So as not to offend Starbucks, maybe we should not support them by buying any of their products! I feel we should get this out in the open. I know this war might not be very popular with some folks, but that doesn't mean we don't support the boys on the ground fighting street -to-street and house-to-house. If you feel the same as I do then pass this along, or you can discard it and no one will never know. Thanks very much for your support. I know you'll all be there again when I deploy once more. Semper Fidelis. Sgt. Howard C. Wright 1st Force Recon Co 1st Plt PLT PLEASE DON'T DELETE THIS . . ALLOW IT TO BE PASSED TO ALL IN MEMORY OF ALL THE TROOPS WHO HAVE DIED SO THAT WE MAY HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE TO SUPPORT THEM OR NOT! ! ! Also, don't forget that when the Twin Trade Towers were hit the fire fighters and rescue workers went to Starbucks because it was close by for water for the survivors and workers and Starbucks charged them! ! ! JUST A NOTE TO THIS; STARBUCKS HAD STORES ON SEVERAL MILITARY BASES IN THE UNITED STATES. THEY ARE NOW BEING REMOVED BECAUSE OF THIS. GO GET 'EM AMERICA. STAND-UP FOR OURSELVES!

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    Everyone PLEASE read the posting I have up they would mean ALOT to me if they were passed on to others......Thank you and God Bless....

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    I have a problem with people coming on these sights thinking there just like "myspace" and trying to "hook-up", thats not what these are about and if you don't or can't understand what they stand for you should not be on here.......

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    ArmyMom007

    about 6 years ago

    26 comments

    Anheuser Busch has been headquartered for forever. It's not being taken well here. Very strong anti-foreign control sentiment is going on. The Belgian company has taken over other companies previously. Here's their practice. They take away as many jobs as they can, stip it down. That's ok if it ups production & the higher up VPs are the ones cut....but leave the middles class & minimumwage earners alone. Also, AB donated $5 million to the St. Louis area last yr., & $13 million across the states to charities.....I believe that's what the news said--for American kids, families & causes. But the Belgian company didn't donate one single dime to charity last year---anywhere in the world!! I kid you not. Check it out for yourself. All the news channels here were carrying it & asking the CEO of the Belgian company about it. They made some noises the day they took over here in St. Louis & said their company wouldn't change any of the donations...to make people calm down. But what about next yr.? Or the next? AB's stockholders could only look at the huge bonus of profit they would make by agreeing to the merger. It makes me sick. As for Starbucks, thanks for the info Lynn, I hadn't known. They'll never get my business again (& I love some of their products). But anyone who won't help our soldiers, especially while deployed in hazardous situations....and then also CHARGED for the RESCUE/RECOVERY people at The Towers for water (I'd forgotten I'd heard that before) while they toiled in such an inhospitable & tragic landscape......then they don't deserve my money. Starbucks. What are they socialists, communists, the anti-christ, what? Be safe out there.