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Our Fox Hole Chaplains' in Iraq and Afghanistan

New==== We want to introduce one of our newest Fox Hole Chaplains in Afghanistan Chaplain Major Henry McCain he is our first in this part of the world He is a very special friend of S.T.Y. We have worked with him for several years here in the good old USA. He is from Fort Bliss,Texas
                                           

Again we  want to introduce Chaplain Capt. Kim he has just arrived in Iraq Today.  As soon as he gets settled in he will report to us often. He is a personal friend.
We at Soldiers of Today and Yesterday have for about a year adopted his outfit. So please stay tuned for the up coming stories.
Johnie Lee Qualls God Bless

Ps: Also see our Facebook under our Groups, Soldiers of Today and Yesterday      John L. Qualls                         
Keep the Bandits in your Prayers !!!!!!

Hello Mr. Qualls,
My husband, Brian Hartman (commander for Delta Co. 1-37 AR), recently gave me your card and mentioned that you wanted to add a link on your website to ours. .  We do have photos though on a shutterfly site - http://dco137frgpictures.shutterfly.com/ that we recently set up.  We don't have too many pictures yet, but we hope to add more throughout the deployment..

WEDNESDAY   November 18 2009   This is the first note from our New Fox Hole Chaplain Capt: Kim

Johnie Lee 
Greeting to you in God's grace.
We flew all Night and Day. Finally in the morning on Wednesday we arrived in
Kuwait. Now we took our breakfast and preparing our future departure for Iraq now.
I will update you with more as we progress.
May God bless you.

CH (CPT) Abrahamyoung ki Kim
1-37 AR Chaplain, 1/1 Armored Division

 


Our New Foxhole Chaplain Ch Major Henry McCain is now in Afghanistan he is a very special close friend. We have just posted his first Fox Hole report. He will do a wonderful job for us. You will enjoy his writings. Johnie Lee

Fundraiser for a disabled Vet-who got hurt after a routine gallbladder operation

We are doing a fundraiser ($2500 needed) for a Segavator (to put the lift for his Segway, to fit in the back of the pick up). Anybody interested in donating, please email us or send to PO Box 4246, Midland, TX. 79704-4246 attn. Soldiers of Today and Yesterday, ref. to Colton Read. A donation letter will be sent to you.

Read about his story on http://www.ColtonRead.com

Thank you to Ms. Linda Way, Mr. Fergeson and Mr. McCormick for your generous donations. It is very much appreciated.

FOX HOLE CHAPLAIN ( NEW )

To read about our FOX HOLE CHAPLAIN scroll down from the home page and you will see from his Eyes and Ears and Heart the trials and tribulations our Brave young Men an Women go thru while Deployed in Iraq. The real live Diary is unedited and Unabashed. The real life saga starts Today September 2nd 2009 Thanks in advance and God Bless Johnie Lee Qualls President /CEO /Founder Soldiers of Today and Yesterday Ps: If you would like to post comments to him or have questions please post on our Guestbook Every Post or Comment will be answered Weekly. TKS. I would like to introduce to you Chaplain Major Kevin Winemiller our FOX HOLE CHAPLAIN He is quite an inspiration !!!!!!!! He and his Men and Women are in BASRAH as I speak and Type. Hope every one enjoys their journey and please PRAY FOR THEM !!!!!!! FOR MORE STORIES AND NEWS PLEASE see link on the left TO THE FOX HOLE CHAPLAIN LINK ON YOUR LEFT HAND SIDE OF THE PAGE.

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9-year old making Venison Jerky for the Soldiers

Mack Plemons, who is 9 years old. went hunting with his Daddy and killed his first deer.
The first think he said to his Daddy was that he wanted to make some Venison Jerky
for the Troops in Iraq/Afghanistan.
Soon it became a family affair and today he delivered a whole box of them to be sent off
to Iraq/Afghanistan with one of the Units in Ft. Bliss.
Johnie is personally going to deliver it to Cpt. McCain who is to be deployed.

He bagged them and in each bag he wrote the following note:
Dear Soldiers,
Thank you for protecting the country. My name is Mack and I am 9 years old.
I shot this deer and it was my first one. I made the jerky for you. I have been praying for you.
Thanks again, Mack Plemons.

Thank you Mack for a wonderful idea and honoring our Soldiers in your own way.
I know they will enjoy eating them.

Essay written by a 12-year old -- When is it a good time to honor our Soldiers?

This essay is submitted by Jeffrey A. Koller and is written by a 12-year old, Alexa Bowers and printed with the permission of her mother.

She chose this topic because she feels very strongly for our Soldiers.

"I am a Veteran myself and it really moved me. I hope you publish this for our Veterans to read," - Jeffrey A. Koller.


Essay:

Q: When is it a good time to honor our soldiers?

A: I think it�s always a good time to honor them because every single day they risk their lives for us and a handful of them each year don�t go home to their families. By families I mean moms and dads, brothers and sisters, aunts

and uncles, cousins and grandparents, and sometimes even kids. Could you imagine growing up with someone for years and losing them? It�s never happened to me and I hope it never does but that doesn�t mean that it�s never happened before.

It�s even harder being a baby with a parent in the service who died. You

would only have pictures and stories in memory of that person. That is very

hard to grow up with. There is no cure for a death of a family member and

there would never be which makes it harder for some people that others you

are just filled with guilt, sadness, and anger. You feel like you don�t know

what to do but if that sounds bad for the people who lost their family member

or friend, just think what it would be like for the person themselves. Just

lying there on the ground with a bullet in you, knowing that you won�t be

returning home.

Also, it�s the fact of thinking of what the reaction will be on the faces of

your loved ones when they get that phone call or knock on the door with that

dreadful news. It hurts. No more holiday dinners with the family or birthday

parties to celebrate. That all happens because a soldier stood up in the fields

with his gun in his hands and his heart racing. With a miserable face having

tears run down it and his whole body trembling to death. All because that

fearless, admirable man stood up there, not just for himself or his family, but

for his country. It is that one man�s responsibility to defend at least two

hundred million U.S. citizens and if that man falls those people are left in

the open to be attacked from terrorism. It�s hard to think about what keeps

the soldiers going is knowing that they have a reason to be out there. Their

Reason is knowing their country is supporting every step they take and that

We U.S. citizens are with them all the way!

 

Financial help for OIF and OEF Veterans

We have received  grants to help out local OIF and OEF Veterans

If you are a Permian Basin, West Texas, Amarillo, Lubbock,

San Angelo, Abilene and Ft. Hood area OIF (Operation Iraqi Freedom)

or OEF (Operation Enduring Freedom) Veteran

or a spouse and/or child(ren) of, we may be able to help you.

(To qualify, Proof of deployment and/or DD214 is required

It is on a case-by-case basis and at our discretion).

This grant was made possible by generous donations from

The TRIAD, Permian Basin Area Foundation, the Dallas Foundation,

the San Antonio Area Foundation.

For more information, please contact us at

432-631-3429 or email us at styveteran@suddenlink.net


 for more information and "Thank you" letters from Troops in Iraq and Veterans

The VA will re-examine the Gulf War disability claims

The VA will re-examine the Gulf War disability claims

WASHINGTON -The Veterans Affairs Department will re-examine the disability claims of what could be thousands of Gulf War veterans suffering from ailments they blame on their war service, the first step toward potentially compensating them nearly two decades after the war ended.

VA Secretary Eric Shinseki said the decision is part of a "fresh, bold look" his department is taking to help veterans who have what's commonly called "Gulf War illness" and have long felt the government did little to help them. The VA says it also plans to improve training for medical staff who work with Gulf War vets, to make sure they do not simply tell vets that their symptoms are imaginary — as has happened to many over the years.

"I'm hoping they'll be enthused by the fact that this ... challenges all the assumptions that have been there for 20 years," Shinseki told The Associated Press in an exclusive interview.

The changes reflect a significant shift in how the VA may ultimately care for some 700,000 veterans who served in the Gulf War. It also could change how the department handles war-related illness suffered by future veterans, as Shinseki said he wants standards put in place that don't leave veterans waiting decades for answers to what ails them.

The decision comes four months after Shinseki opened the door for as many as 200,000 Vietnam veterans to receive service-related compensation for three illnesses stemming from exposure to the Agent Orange herbicide.

About 175,000 to 210,000 Gulf War veterans have come down with a pattern of symptoms that include rashes, joint and muscle pain, sleep issues and gastrointestinal problems, according to a 2008 congressionally mandated committee that based the estimate on earlier studies.

But what exactly caused the symptoms has long been unanswered. Independent scientists have pointed to pesticide and pyridostigmine bromide pills, given to protect troops from nerve agents, as probable culprits. The 2008 report noted that since 1994, $340 million has been spent on government research into the illness, but little has focused on treatments.

Last week, Shinseki and Sen. Jay Rockefeller, D-W.Va., a member of the Senate Veterans' Affairs committee, met privately in Charleston, W.Va., with several Gulf War veterans. In an interview after the meeting, Rockefeller told the AP that Shinseki's background as a former Army chief of staff made the changes possible. He said either the military has been reluctant over the years to release paperwork related to the war or kept poor records about exposures in the war zone, which made it harder for the veterans to prove they needed help.

"The paperwork isn't very accurate, but the pain is very real," Rockefeller said.

Shinseki has publicly wondered why today there are still so many unanswered questions about Gulf War illness, as stricken veterans' conditions have only worsened with age.

Last fall, he appointed a task force led by his chief of staff, John Gingrich, a retired Army colonel who commanded a field artillery battalion in the 1991 war, to review benefits and care for Gulf War veterans. The changes stem from the task force's work.

Gingrich said in an interview that he feels a personal stake because some of his own men who were healthy during the war are dealing with these health problems. Gingrich said the VA isn't giving a new benefit to Gulf War veterans, just making sure the claims they submitted were done correctly.

"We're talking about a culture change, that we don't have a single clinician or benefits person saying 'you really don't have Gulf War illness, this is only imaginary' or 'you're really not sick,'" Gingrich said.

A law enacted in 1994 allows the VA to pay compensation to Gulf War veterans with certain chronic disabilities from illnesses the VA could not diagnosis. More than 3,400 Gulf War have qualified for benefits under this category, according to the VA.

The VA says it plans to review how regulations were written to ensure the veterans received the compensation they were entitled to under the law. The VA would then give veterans the opportunity to have a rejected claim reconsidered.

The VA doesn't have an estimate of the number of veterans who may be affected, but it could be in the thousands.

Of those who deployed in the Gulf War, 300,000 submitted claims, according to the VA. About 14 percent were rejected, while the rest received compensation for at least one condition.

 

Fort Hood Dr. first hand look in the Hospital the day of the attack




From a Dr at Hood: Dear Family and Friends,

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers for us and the Fort Hood community, a community that has been deeply wounded both physically and spiritually.  The past day and a half have been very challenging.  I write to share my somewhat-insider perspective on the events.  Please know these have been humbling hours for me and I write not to glamorize myself or this tragedy.  I hope my personal experience is helpful as you all are processing the events. 

At about 1:40 pm local time on Thursday, I was informed that a mass casualty situation was evolving at Fort Hood .  At that time I was working in a trailer adjacent to the hospital.  The only information I had was that one or more gunmen had opened fire at an SRP site, a type of processing facility where many soldiers pass through daily.  Knowing the high density of soldiers at the SRP site, I braced myself mentally for the possibility of a large number of casualties.  Upon exiting the trailer, I immediately heard sirens and saw several ambulances driving up to the ER bays, dropping off casualties, and turning right around to pick up more.  I ran up to the hospital. 

The hospital has pre-designated areas for personnel to report to in the case of a mass casualty/disaster situation.  Ours (family medicine docs) is the family medicine clinic, located on the first floor of the hospital, about 100 feet from the ER.  All casualties were going initially to the ER, where they were quickly triaged and dispersed from there to the operating room, our clinic, or elsewhere.  There were already casualties being treated when I got to the clinic.  We broke up quickly into teams, with one or more docs and nurses with each patient.  All the patients had bullet wounds - not a common site in a family medicine clinic.  Fortunately or not, several of the staff had extensive trauma experience from prior deployments.  Initially there was no morphine available, so the halls were filed with shouts of pain as the patients were examined. 

My first patient was a young second lieutenant.  Her uniform trousers were cut almost completely off, a standard practice during trauma evaluation, designed to avoid missing any injuries.  A bullet hole can be pretty small, and one injury can easily distract from others.  The less immediately obvious wound can become deadly if not appreciated on the initial assessment.  I had never treated a patient with a gunshot wound before Thursday.  Thankfully the Army has sent us all to Ft. Sam Houston to an ATLS (Advanced Trauma Life Support) course, a course designed for exactly this setting, where a non-trauma-surgeon is evaluating and stabilizing a trauma victim.

When we asked the 2LT what happened and she was able to tell a sensible story in complete sentences, I knew that for the moment her airway, breathing, and circulation were intact.  She had a tourniquet and some bright red blood on her left thigh, and said the shooter had looked her in the eye, then shot her in the leg.  "He could have shot me in the head, but he didn't."  I left the tourniquet in place, since it seemed to be working fine.  I swept my arm under her body, looking for any blood when I pulled it out.  Her vital signs were good.  Her heart and lungs sounded good.  She had IV access with fluids running.  She had no other pain other than her leg where she was wounded, and she had good pulses and sensation in that foot, all encouraging signs.  We gave her some morphine, removed the dressing and saw an entry wound, but no exit wound was visible.  We got ready to take her to get x-rays.

Then, here comes the cavalry - the orthopedic surgeons arrived!  They quickly examined the 2LT, agreed she was stable, and moved on.  X-rays showed a bullet near her hip with no fractures.  Much later in the night, after reviewing the patient's x-rays with ortho again, she was released to go home with instructions to come back to our clinic in the morning for a re-check.  A couple ER physicians came through to offer their help; not satisfied at saving lives in their own area, they offered their expertise to us as well.  We were glad to have it. 

We moved from patient to patient, making sure everyone was accounted for and getting the appropriate treatment and that their loved ones were contacted, to know that they were safe.  Soldiers barely out of high school were dying in the ER.  A new, young mother died on the operating room table.  A family medicine intern with a baby of her own was there.  There was no time to pause or grieve.

Based on the numbers you have heard, the vast majority of victims were treated at our hospital, but the flow of patients eventually abated.  I was hearing little bits and pieces of what had happened; there were conflicting reports on the number of soldiers killed, the number of shooters, and the number of locations.  A patient told me the shooter was in uniform, a Major, a field-grade officer, and he had called everyone to attention before opening fire.

Later we heard the unthinkable, that this was indeed an Army officer, but worse, a physician, entrusted to heal but causing great harm instead.  This man had on occasion worked at the hospital, covering on weekends.  Sometimes the family medicine inpatient service admits patients that have intentionally overdosed or are drunk and saying they want to harm themselves.  Once these types of patients are cleared medically, they need psychiatric evaluation to determine if they are safe to go home; one of the family medicine staff physicians, Dr. K., had consulted this psychiatrist (the shooter) on such a patient only 2 weeks ago.

When she heard who the shooter was, Dr. K. was besieged with guilt, saying that she knew he wasn't quite right, that he seemed depressed, that she should have done something.  She broke down in sobs in the middle of the clinic.  A couple of us sat her down in a clinic room with her and listened.  My mentor, a female Major and West Point grad, hugged her and let her cry.  It was probably the first hug she'd had since her husband deployed to Iraq in September.  They got 10 days notice.

I have never been so proud of our clinic.  There wasn't a nurse in that clinic that wouldn't run to the other side of the hospital to get something if a patient needed it.  The cleaning lady was unreal - I thought some of that blood would never come off, and by the time she was done (quickly!) I would've eaten dinner of those tables. 

Things were letting up for us in our area, so we went to other floors of the hospital, helping do things like write admission orders for patients so their medications could be brought up from the pharmacy.  The general surgeons were doing yeoman's work.  They were cutting open chests and bellies and battling their mightiest to repair the damage done by the bullets.  They mostly succeeded, doing the work of specialists in cardiothoracic and vascular surgery, simply because they were it, they were our best hope. 

My fellow residents and I did what we could to help; most of us left around 9 pm simply because there wasn't anything else to do.  I was so proud of those guys and their families; they would have stayed the whole night if there was a way they could help out.  A good friend of mine stayed to carry the Internal Medicine on-call pager; I went home to Katie, then went back around 2 am to take the pager back from him.  No matter, no one was going to the ER, so there were no admissions.  I think they thought, "You know, I'm not shot, I think I'll be okay."  I did what I could to help out in the ICU. 

Another patient died in the time I was at home, a clean-cut 21-year-old.  He had extensive chest and abdominal wounds, the worst to his aorta.  When he arrived to the ICU from the OR, he had what surgeon's call the "unhappy triad" of hypothermia (his rectal temperature was 88 degrees), acidosis, and coagulopathy.  It is rare to survive after reaching that point.  He got 50 units of blood.  Hospital workers were donating their blood.  He was getting 4 IV medications to raise his blood pressure.  He went back to the OR.  He had cardiopulmonary arrest, was successfully resuscitated once, but not the second time.  They gave him everything they had, even when it was probably futile, because what else can you do but everything?  This is a kid who will never know what it's like to fall in love and marry, to have children, to grow old.  There is no tomorrow for him. 

There was another young 20-year-old private with a bullet in his chest, only it inexplicably stopped at his sternum, and one in his back, only it never made it past the muscle.  When I saw him up on the wards, all he was worried about was when he could go downstairs and smoke.  A little walking miracle with a pack-a-day habit, no clue how lucky he was and, for the moment, some extra metal in him. 

Friday, there were a lot of generals at our little hospital.  They visited every single injured soldier.  George W. Bush, the former president, visited the hospital in the evening.  Say what you will about his politics, but that man was here, and that counts for a lot in my book.  

Keep everyone at Fort Hood in your prayers, especially the families of the fallen.  There are not words to describe how sad and tragic this is.  As a Christian, it is difficult to understand and hard to accept.  Abstract ideas about the effects of sin on creation, the depravity of mankind as a whole, and the presence of evil forces in the world give way quickly to the concrete reality that mothers will bury their sons and daughters in the days ahead, and everyone knows that is not the way it's supposd to be.  If I can offer you hope in the midst of this darkness, it is that I have seen all around me in these troubling hours people realizing their potential to do great good and to come together in unity to sacrifice for others.  We as Christians must always remember that our God, not willing to allow us to suffer alone, took the form of a man and suffers along with us.  When His friend Lazarus died, John 11:35 tells us that, like us, Jesus wept, and I know He still weeps along with us tonight.

Retroactive Stop loss pay

Dear AW2 Soldiers,

 

I hope that this email finds you well. As most of you, who have had me as your AW2 advocate for some time, know that I strive to stay informed of programs, recreational opportunities and policy changes that may affect you as service members and veterans. I do this to provide the highest level of service to you as AW2 soldiers. A policy change has been made that may mean some extra money for many of you.

 

Attached you will find a memo from the Under Secretary of Defense dated 23 September 2009. The memo states that all service members, who were affected by stop loss (involuntarily extended) while serving on active duty since Sept 11 2001, are eligible for “Retroactive Stop Loss Pay.”  What I understand this to mean is that if you were involuntarily extended beyond your ETS or retirement date due to the war you are eligible for this money. If you are found to be eligible for the money you will receive $500 per month that you were extended. For example if you were extended for 12 months you would be eligible for $6000, that’s $500 x 12 months. Much like other forms of compensation there will be an application process and a waiting period while it is determined if you meet the criteria set aside for this pay. Please read the memorandum as it explains many of the details. If you have questions or think you may qualify please contact me at your earliest convenience and I will assist you with the application process. Please understand that the memorandum is official communication regarding this policy. What I have communicated in my email is simply my understanding of the information provided. What I have written here is simply a snippet to entice you to read the memorandum.

 

As always, if you are having financial troubles, troubles accessing your benefits or if you have questions or concerns please give me a call at 703-298-5176.

 

 

Respectfully

 

Chris Poole LMSW, MBA

AW2 Advocate

 

The Old Man - a must read

The Old Man...

As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.

The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away.

I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too, and took a few steps towards him. I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something.

The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turn back to the old man and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying, 'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age.' And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.

I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine. He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight and as I got near him I said, Looks like you're having a problem.'

He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.

The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us, he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine) I spoke with the old gentleman.

When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'

He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal . He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood.. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.

He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket.. We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbye's to his wife. I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me.

One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me. Both of the men told me then, that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.

For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name....... 'Congressional Medal of Honor Society.'

I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together, because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence. Remember, OLD men like him gave you FREEDOM for America . Thanks to those who served...& those who supported them.

America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall. If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!

Remember, Freedom isn't "Free" -- thousands have paid the price so you can enjoy what you have today.


LET'S DO THIS -- JUST 19 WORDS

GOD OUR FATHER, WALK THROUGH MY HOUSE
AND TAKE AWAY ALL MY WORRIES AND ILLNESSES;
AND PLEASE WATCH OVER AND HEAL MY FAMILY
IN JESUS ' NAME. AMEN

This prayer is so powerful.
Pass this prayer to 12 people including me

 

 

 

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One of those HHHMMMM stories!

HMMM....Nice if that would happen here....
 
SHERIFF JOE IS AT IT AGAIN!
> You all remember Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Arizona ,
> who painted the jail cells pink and made the
> inmates wear pink prison garb. Well.........
>
> SHERIFF JOE IS AT IT AGAIN!
>
> Oh, there's MUCH more to know about Sheriff Joe!
>
> Maricopa County was spending approx. $18
> million dollars a year on stray animals, like cats
> and dogs. Sheriff Joe offered to take the department
> over, and the County Supervisors said okay.
>
> The animal shelters are now all staffed and
> operated by prisoners. They feed and care for
> the strays. Every animal in his care is taken out
> and walked twice daily. He now has prisoners who
> are experts in animal nutrition and behavior. They
> give great classes for anyone who'd like to adopt
> an animal. He has literally taken stray dogs off the
> street, given them to the care of prisoners, and
> had them place in dog shows.
>
> The best part? His budget for the entire department
> is now under $3 million. Teresa and I adopted a
> Weimaraner from a Maricopa County shelter two
> years ago. He was neutered, and current on all
> shots, in great health, and even had a microchip
> inserted the day we got him. Cost us $78.
>
> The prisoners get the benefit of about $0.28 an
> hour for working, but most would work for free,
>  just to be out of their cells for the day. Most of
>  his budget is for utilities, building maintenance,
>  etc. He pays the prisoners out of the fees
>  collected for adopted animals.
>
> I have long wondered when the rest of the country
> would take a look at the way he runs the jail
> system, and copy some of his ideas. He has a
> huge farm, donated to the county years ago,
> where inmates can work, and they grow most of
> their own fresh vegetables and food, doing all the
> work and harvesting by hand.
>
> He has a pretty good sized hog farm, which provides
> meat, and fertilizer. It fertilizes the Christmas tree
> nursery, where prisoners work, and you can buy a
> living Christmas tree for $6 - $8 for the Holidays,
> and plant it later. We have six trees in our yard
> from the Prison.
>
> Yup, he was reelected last year with 83% of the
> vote. Now he's in trouble with the ACLU again.
> He painted all his buses and vehicles with a mural,
> that has a special hotline phone number painted
> on it, where you can call and report suspected
> illegal aliens. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement
> wasn't doing enough in his eyes, so he had 40 deputies trained 
> specifically for enforcing immigration laws,
> started up his hotline, and bought 4 new buses
> just for hauling folks back to the border. He's kind
> of a 'Git-R Dun' kind of Sheriff.
>
> TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE
> ARPAIO. HE IS THE MARICOPA ARIZONA COUNTY
> SHERIFF AND HE KEEPS GETTING ELECTED OVER
> AND OVER HIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY:
>
> Sheriff Joe Arpaio (In Arizona ) who created the
> ' Tent City Jail':
> He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and
> charges the inmates for them.
>
> He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the
> jails. Took away their weights Cut off all but
> 'G' movies.
>
> He started chain gangs so the inmates could do
>  free work on county and city projects.
>
> Then He Started Chain Gangs For Women So
>  He Wouldn't Get Sued For Discrimination.
>
> He took away cable TV Until he found out there
> was A Federal Court Order that Required Cable
> TV For Jails So He Hooked Up The Cable TV
> Again Only Let In The Disney Channel And The
> Weather Channel.
>
> When asked why the weather channel He Replied,
> So They Will Know How Hot It's Gonna Be While
> They Are Working ON My Chain Gangs.
>
> He Cut Off Coffee Since It Has Zero Nutritional Value.
>
> When the inmates complained, he told them,
> 'This Isn't The Ritz/Carlton......If You Don't
> Like It, Don't Come Back.'
>
>
> More On The Arizona Sheriff:
>
> With Temperatures Being Even Hotter Than Usual
> In Phoenix (116 Degrees Just Set A New Record),
> the Associated Press Reports:
> About 2,000 Inmates Living In A Barbed-Wire-
> Surrounded Tent Encampment At The Maricopa
> County Jail Have Been Given Permission To Strip
> Down To Their Government-Issued Pink Boxer
> Shorts.
>
> On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers
> were either curled up on their bunk beds or
> chatted in the tents, which reached
> 138 Degrees Inside The Week Before.
>
> Many Were Also Swathed In Wet, Pink Towels As
> Sweat Collected On Their Chests And Dripped
> Down To Their PINK SOCKS.
>
> 'It Feels Like We Are In A Furnace,' Said James
> Zanzot, An Inmate Who Has Lived In The TENTS
> for 1 year. 'It's Inhumane.'
>
> Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the
> tent city and long ago started making his prisoners
> wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one
> bit sympathetic. He said Wednesday that he told
> all of the inmates: 'It's 120 Degrees In Iraq And
> Our Soldiers Are Living In Tents Too, And They
> Have To Wear Full Battle Gear, But They Didn't
> Commit Any Crimes, So Shut Your Mouths!'
>
> Way To Go, Sheriff!
>
> Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would
> be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals
> should be punished for their crimes - not live in
> luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out
> and commit another crime so they can get back in
> to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers
> can't afford to have for themselves.
>

Noise Complaint @ Luke AFB, AZ

Luke AFB is west of Phoenix and is rapidly being surrounded by civilization

who complain about the noise from the base and its planes,

forgetting that it was there long before they were.

Apparently, an individual who lives somewhere near Luke AFB

wrote the local paper complaining about a group of F-16s that disturbed his/her day at the mall.

When that individual read the response from a Luke AFB officer, it must have stung quite a bit.

The complaint:
'Question of the day for Luke Air Force Base:

Whom do we thank for the morning air show? Last Wednesday, at precisely 9:11 A.M.,

a tight formation of four F-16 jets made a low pass over Arrowhead Mall,

continuing west over Bell Road at approximately 500 feet.

Imagine our good fortune! Does the Tom Cruise-wannabes feel we need this wake-up call,

or were they trying to impres s the cashiers at Mervyns early bird special? Any response would be appreciated.

The response:
Regarding 'A wake-up call from Luke's jets' On June 15,

at precisely 9:12 A.M., a perfectly timed four- ship fly by of F-16s from the 63rd Fighter Squadron

at Luke Air Force Base flew over the grave of Capt. Jeremy Fresques.

Capt. Fresques was an Air Force officer who was previously stationed at

Luke Air Force Base and was killed in Iraq on May 30, Memorial Day.

At 9 A.M. on June 15, his family and friends gathered at Sunland Memorial Park in Sun City to mourn the loss of a husband, son and friend.

Based on the letter writer's recount of the fly by, and because of the jet noise,

I'm sure you didn't hear the 21-gun salute, the playing of taps,

or my words to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques

as I gave them their son's flag on behalf of the President of the United States

and all those veterans and servicemen and women who understand the sacrifices they have endured.

A four-ship flyby is a display of respect the Air Force gives to those who give their lives in defense of freedom.

We are professional aviators and take our jobs seriously,

and on June 15 what the letter writer witnessed was four officers lining up to pay their ultimate respects.

The letter writer asks, 'Whom do we thank for the morning air show?

The 56th Fighter Wing will make the call for you,

and forward your thanks to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques,

and thank them for you, for it was in their honor

that my pilots flew the most honorable formation of their lives.

Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you . . .

Jesus Christ and the American Servicemen and Women of the U.S. armed services.

One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

Lt. Col. Grant L. Rosensteel, Jr.
USAF

 

Cemetary escort duty

I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's.  Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655.  Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day.  Full dress was hot in the August sun.   Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.

 I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new.  It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.  An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself.  The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste:  'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!'  But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.
 
Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.
I broke post attention.  My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch.  I must have made a real military sight:  middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.
 
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk.  She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'

 She took long enough to answer.
'Yes, son.  Can you carry these flowers?  I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'
'My pleasure, ma'am.'  Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
 
She looked again.  'Marine, where were you stationed?'

 ' Vietnam, ma'am.  Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

 She looked at me closer.  'Wounded in action, I see.  Well done, Marine.  I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger:  'No hurry, ma'am.'
 
She smiled and winked at me.  'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done.  Might be the last time I can do this.  My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'
 
'Yes, ma 'am.  At your service.'
 
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone.  She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.  She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
 
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone.  I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.  She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.
She paused for a second.  'Two more, son, and we'll be done'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am.  Take your time.'
She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son?  I seem to have lost my way.'

I pointed with my chin.  'That way, ma'am.'
 
'Oh!' she chuckled quietly.  'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'
She headed down the walk I'd pointed at.  She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted.  She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.  She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.
 
'OK, son, I'm finished.  Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
Yes, ma'am.  If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

 She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons.  All killed in action, all marines.'

She stopped.  Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.  She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.  I have something I've got to do.'
Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him.  He broke the rules to get us there down the service road.  We beat her.  She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

 'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost.  Follow my lead.'  I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice:  'TehenHut!  Present Haaaarms!'
 
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.

 I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
 
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'
As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas.  Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
 
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
 
'In God We Trust.'
 
Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!

 If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!
 It is OUR HONOR to pass this on to all our email buddies.....NOW!!!
 
 


The only thing needed for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing...


 

PRESIDENT SIGNS COST OF LIVING INCREASE FOR VETS

News from the DAV:
 
President Signs Compensation Increase

President Bush has signed into law legislation providing

a 5.8 percent cost-of-living increase in VA compensation benefits.

The measure increases compensation paid to veterans with

service-connected disabilities, as well as dependency and indemnity

compensation for survivors of deceased veterans.

Last year’s cost of living adjustment was 2.3 percent.

The benefit increase, to take effect Dec. 1, is pegged to changes

in the Consumer Price Index, a key measure of inflation,

and is tied to the annual increase for Social Security recipients.

The increase, which applies to about 2.8 million veterans and survivors,

will first appear in January VA benefit checks.

###

Honoring a fallen Marine

If you click this link it will take you to a page about my cousin!!
If you cannot get this link, just copy and paste.
 

FOR PICTURES OF FUNCTIONS, OUR TROOPS, ETC


PLEASE LOG ON WWW.FACEBOOK.COM

LOOK UNDER styveteran@suddenlink.net

under John L. Qualls

log on to be a friend!

Operation Military Kids ( OMK )

Please forward to anyone that may be interested. 

Texas Operation Military Kids (OMK) is currently accepting applications
for the Speak out for military kids (SOMK) ambassador program. SOMK is
open to military and non military youth ages 13-17 that are interested
in partnering to provide community service and leadership to help our
military youth. Texas OMK and the Bell County 4-H program are
co-hosting a training to be held at the OMK headquarters in Temple. The
next training will be held November 1-2 at Blackland Research Center.
Space is limited to 24 youth. All youth must fill out an application
before Wednesday October 29 to be considered for this program. The
training is FREE and all meals will be provided!
So you want to be a SOMK ambassador?
Every SOMK Ambassador has the following responsibilities and must be
ready, united and willing to make a year-long commitment to community
service. Typically the youth will find opportunities in their own
communities to serve the OMK project in an area of interest to the
teen.
● Youth create speeches/displays and are available to speak or set
up displays in their local community
● Youth write newspaper articles based on their experiences and
interviews and have those published in local papers or in school
● Promote SOMK/OMK to peers
● Youth create Public Service Announcements
● Youth organize an OMK float for local parade
● Youth assist with a military family day in the area

The SOMK Ambassador program is challenging, educational, and a lot of
fun. However, the program is also a lot of work and can be quite time
consuming. Before you make the decision to become an SOMK Ambassador,
please take the time and think about the commitment you will need to
make.

Are you still interested?
If so, here are the steps you need to take
● Fill out an SOMK application at:
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=8U_2fxon30Y8pja6i9UP6Ndw_3d_3d

If this hyperlink does not work please cut and paste the address into
your browser.
● Attend the two-day training lock-in on Saturday November 1 8:30
am

All youth will be notified by October 30 with further details on the
lock-in

WE ARE ALSO IN NEED OF ADULT VOLUNTEERS TO ASSIST WITH SESSION ON
MILITARY CULTURE AND FOR EVENING CHAPERONES


Texas Operation Military Kids
720 East Blackland Road
Temple, Texas 76502
254.774.6022 (Cheryl-Program Assistant & SOMK Coordinator)
254.774.6024 (Marilyn - Texas OMK Project Director)






Texas Operation Military kids (OMK) news

Please forward to anyone that may be interested. 

Texas Operation Military Kids (OMK) is currently accepting applications
for the Speak out for military kids (SOMK) ambassador program. SOMK is
open to military and non military youth ages 13-17 that are interested
in partnering to provide community service and leadership to help our
military youth. Texas OMK and the Bell County 4-H program are
co-hosting a training to be held at the OMK headquarters in Temple. The
next training will be held November 1-2 at Blackland Research Center.
Space is limited to 24 youth. All youth must fill out an application
before Wednesday October 29 to be considered for this program. The
training is FREE and all meals will be provided!
So you want to be a SOMK ambassador?
Every SOMK Ambassador has the following responsibilities and must be
ready, united and willing to make a year-long commitment to community
service. Typically the youth will find opportunities in their own
communities to serve the OMK project in an area of interest to the
teen.
● Youth create speeches/displays and are available to speak or set
up displays in their local community
● Youth write newspaper articles based on their experiences and
interviews and have those published in local papers or in school
● Promote SOMK/OMK to peers
● Youth create Public Service Announcements
● Youth organize an OMK float for local parade
● Youth assist with a military family day in the area

The SOMK Ambassador program is challenging, educational, and a lot of
fun. However, the program is also a lot of work and can be quite time
consuming. Before you make the decision to become an SOMK Ambassador,
please take the time and think about the commitment you will need to
make.

Are you still interested?
If so, here are the steps you need to take
● Fill out an SOMK application at:
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=8U_2fxon30Y8pja6i9UP6Ndw_3d_3d

If this hyperlink does not work please cut and paste the address into
your browser.
● Attend the two-day training lock-in on Saturday November 1 8:30
am

All youth will be notified by October 30 with further details on the
lock-in

WE ARE ALSO IN NEED OF ADULT VOLUNTEERS TO ASSIST WITH SESSION ON
MILITARY CULTURE AND FOR EVENING CHAPERONES


Texas Operation Military Kids
720 East Blackland Road
Temple, Texas 76502
254.774.6022 (Cheryl-Program Assistant & SOMK Coordinator)
254.774.6024 (Marilyn - Texas OMK Project Director)


Thanks to us Vietnam Veterans/ A House is not a Home

A House is Not a Home
Published: 09/30/2008 Author: Chris Hill
Posted On: September 30, 2008 at 9:23 AM By: Kathy

On numerous occasions I have extolled the virtues of the current crop

of American warriors.  My Gold Standard, the Vietnam vets, will always

have a special place in my heart, for a number of reasons. 

The Global War on Terror troops have earned a spot alongside

the ‘Nam vets though, at least for me. 

Knowing that then, I am looking for help for one of these Iraq vets.  

 

The infantryman in question gave a leg to an I.E.D. in Iraq. 

After recuperating at Walter Reed for many months he has

returned to his infantry unit, but the story does not end there. 

Not content to sit around he has gotten himself SCUBA qualified

while waiting for his unit to return.  When first he told me about

the qualification I asked, “This may be a dumb question,

but is the prosthetic water-proof?”  “Oh I have a swimming leg for that,”

he responded.  That, in and of itself is amazing,

but what was even more amazing was still to come.

 

When our young warrior’s unit returned from Iraq and the CONEX

containing the tour paperwork was unpacked, it turned out that

this brave warrior had been awarded a Bronze Star for combat actions in Iraq.

  He also was awarded Cavalry Spurs by the unit his platoon supported.

Neither of these things was known to him, and truthfully he was

somewhat sheepish when he told me about it. 

This is a kid whose first words upon gaining consciousness

after his injury were, “How’s my team?”  

Deserving of the awards he received?  All that and more by my estimation.

 

So now why the title of this post?  Because we at GoE need an assist. 

Our young warrior is a fairly new husband and will soon be a new father.

He and his wife have a small house that needs an addition. 

We had the planning and permitting provided by a local home builder

and we have some labor on standby. 

What we need now though are materials and some helping hands.

I am attaching a materials list and asking that everyone reach out

to others so as to get this done.  The young couple has not asked

for a castle and was somewhat surprised that we offered to help in this way.

Now’s the time to find some of those people with yellow ribbons

on their cars and say to them, “Hey, you want to directly support the troops? 

Here’s how.” 

 

My fellow Eagles have never let me down and I know this time will be no different. 

Talk to contacts, send emails, wake the kids, phone the neighbors and let’s get this done.

They told me many years ago at Ft. Benning that anything was accomplishable

if I just never gave up.  I believed them and so did our young hero. 

So ruck up Eagles.  Your help is needed once again. 

Thank you brothers and sisters.  Manchu.                      

 

Remember 9/11 - never forget

If you cannot click on this site, just copy and paste
It is real emotional, so keep your hanky handy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxJiiWo0JbE

Operation Wheelchair

See our link on left side, Our Honor roll

Check this fantastic website,

Thanks aunt Ruthie from Midland, TX for forwarding this to us

http://www.greatdanepromilitary.com/Battle%20Hymn/index.htm

BBQ Fundraiser


Sheila Goldsmith:
Johnie and Gladys you are the greatest people with the largest heart, Thank you for helping my daughter. I had the pleasure of having one of your briskets from a fund raiser and I have to say *THAT WAS THE BEST BRISKET I HAVE EATEN*.
I will do my best to get another not only for the good eating but for the wonderful cause.. God bless you and Gladys for all you do.. Please know you will always be in my heart and prayers.

********************************************

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Please support our BBQ fundrasing efforts,

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You could have heard a pin drop

And how quickly they forget that we SAVED their countries!

When in England at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by
the
Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of
empire
Building by George Bush. He answered by saying, 'Over the years, the
United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great
peril
To fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have
Ever asked for in return is enough to bury those that did not return.
You
Could have heard a pin drop. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Then there was a conference in France where a number of international
engineers
Were taking part, including French and American. During a break one of
the
French engineers came back into the room saying 'Have you heard the
latest
dumb stunt
Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the
tsunami
Victims. What does he intended to do, bomb them?' A Boeing engineer
stood up
and replied
Quietly: 'Our carriers have three hospitals on board that can treat
several
Hundred people; they are nuclear powered and can supply emergency
electrical
power to
Shore facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed
3,000
people
Three meals a day, they can produce several thousand gallons of fresh
water
from sea
Water each day, and they carry half a dozen helicopters for use in
transporting
Victims and injured to and from their flight deck.. We have eleven such
ships; how many
Does France have?' You could have heard a pin drop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included
Admirals
from
The U.S. , English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a
cocktail
reception,
He found himself standing with a large group of Officers that included
personnel
>From most of those countries. Everyone was chatting away in English as
they
sipped
Their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, 'whereas
Europeans learn
Many languages, Americans learn only English.' He then asked, 'Why is it
that we
Always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking
French?'
Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied, 'Maybe it's because
back
in '44 the
Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn't have
to
speak
German.' You could have heard a pin drop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AND THIS STORY FITS RIGHT IN WITH THE ABOVE... A group of Americans,
retired
Teachers, recently went to France on a tour. Robert Whiting, an elderly
gentleman of 83,
Arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to
locate his
Passport in his carry on. "You have been to France before, monsieur?"
the
customs officer
Asked sarcastically. Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France
previously. "Then
You should know enough to have your passport ready." The American said,
"The
last
Time I was here, I didn't have to show it." "Impossible monsieur. You
Americans always
Have to show your passports on arrival in France !" The American senior
gave
the
Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained. "Well, when I
came
ashore at Omaha
Beach on D-Day in '44 to help liberate this country,I couldn't find any
damn
Frenchmen
To show it to." You could have heard a pin drop!


A repeat, but well worth sharing and passing around.......*

Well worth sharing and passing around.......*


The elderly parking lot attendant wasn't in a good mood!

Neither was Sam Bierstock. It was around 1 a.m., and Bierstock, a Delray
Beach, Fla. , eye doctor, business consultant, corporate speaker and
musician, was bone tired after appearing at an event.

He pulled up in his car, and the parking attendant began to speak. "I took
two bullets for this country and look what I'm doing," he said bitterly.

At first, Bierstock didn't know what to say to the World War II veteran. But
he rolled down his window and told the man, "Really, from the bottom of my
heart, I want to thank you."

Then the old soldier began to cry.

"That really got to me," Bierstock says.

Cut to today.

Bierstock, 58, and John Melnick, 54, of Pompano Beach - a member of
Bierstock's band, Dr. Sam and the Managed Care Band - have written a song
inspired by that old soldier in the airport parking lot. The mournful
"Before You Go" does more than salute those who fought in WWII. It
encourages people to go out of their way to thank the aging warriors before
they die.

"If we had lost that particular war, our whole way of life would have been
shot," says Bierstock, who plays harmonica. "The WW II soldiers are now
dying at the rate of about 2,000 every day. I thought we needed to thank
them."

The song is striking a chord. Within four days of Bierstock placing it on
the Web*, the song and accompanying photo essay have bounced around nine
countries, producing tears and heartfelt thanks from veterans, their sons
and daughters and grandchildren.

"It made me cry," wrote one veteran's son. Another sent an e-mail saying
that only after his father consumed several glasses of wine would he discuss
"the unspeakable horrors" he and other soldiers had witnessed in places such
as Anzio, Iwo Jima, Bataan and Omaha Beach. "I can never thank them enough,"
the son wrote. "Thank you for thinking about them."

Bierstock and Melnick thought about shipping it off to a professional
singer, maybe a Lee Greenwood type, but because time was running out for so
many veterans, they decided it was best to release it quickly, for free, on
the Web. They've sent the song to Sen. John McCain and others in Washington.
Already they have been invited to perform it in Houston for a Veterans Day
tribute - this after just a few days on the Web. They hope every veteran in
America gets a chance to hear it. *

*GOD BLESS every EVERY veteran... *
*and THANK you to those of you veterans who may receive this ! *

*CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO HEAR THE SONG AND SEE THE PICTURES:*

http://www.managedmusic.com/Music/PlayBeforeYouGo.php




 

Check out this Video

   
Hello,
My name is Chris Gafford and I have a cousin who is an army ranger.  He has served one tour in Afghanistan and will deploy for one in Iraq in January.  Watching him and his family make sacrifices to preserve our countries freedom and security has inspired me.  I put together a tribute video and published it on Youtube recently. I thought you might like to see and share it.  Let me know what you think.
 
Thanks,
Chris Gafford
432.413.0138
 

Too Busy for a Friend...

Forwarde by Paz Carrizales, Midland, TX. Thanks, Paz:

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room
on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their
classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students
left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of
paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was
smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!'
and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them
after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its
purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students
moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in
VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a
serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by
the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you
Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a
lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's
mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They
found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had
obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking
that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's
classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured
it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly
and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed
her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said
and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his
friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day.
And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.
Tell them, before it is too late.

En Email from Pablo

Dear Sirs,
 
My Mother lost eleven of her brothers fighting the Japs. My father fought in the second world war and Korea.
No one has ever had to gift wrap our paychecks. We work hard for those who employ us and pay good wages and benefits to those who work for us. It is the American way.
My uncles who died were from Mexico, fighting for America with the promise of citizenship. My father did not die, and lived on to raise good and decent citizens who try always to show their appreciation for the American way.
My uncles did not speak english, and my Dad had a hard time learning it, may God rest his soul. Not all Americans are white anglo saxon protestants. Not all soldiers in the military are white english speakers. This also isn't Mexico.
We should speak english as the main language in America, but we should not condemn those who have kept their bloodline pure, and can still speak the language of their native countries. Some of my anglo friends would have to speak five or six languages to speak in their native tongues.
Keep up the good fight, just don't overlook the fact that your amigos are here with you, to the death.
pablo
 
 

From a Chaplain in Iraq

Thank you Lou Mancil for forwarding this story.....

BILLING:SEA600-01

  I recently attended a showing of "Superman 3," here at LSA Anaconda. We
have a large auditorium we use for movies, as well as memorial services
and other large gatherings.   As is the custom back in the States, we
stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the
main Feature.

All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through
the National Anthem the music stopped.  Now, what would happen if this
occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States?   I imagine
there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude Comments; and
everyone would sit down and call for a movie.   Of course, that is, if
they had stood for the
National Anthem in the first place.   Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued
to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward.   The music started again.
The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention.   And again, at
the same point, the music stopped.  What would You expect to happen?
Even here I would imagine laughter, as everyone finally sat down and
expected the movie to start.    But here, you could have heard a pin
drop.   Every Soldier continued to stand at attention.   Suddenly there
was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the
voices of a thousand Soldiers, finishing where the recording left off:

     "And the rockets red glare, the  bombs bursting in air, gave proof
through the night that our flag was still there.

     Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of
the   free and the home of the brave?".....

It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq.   I wanted you
to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here.

Written by Chaplain Jim Higgins on 5/14/07.
  LSA Anaconda is at the Balad Airport in Iraq, north of Bagdad.

  Remember them as they fight for you!  Pass this along as a reminder to
others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here at home
and abroad..   For many have already paid the ultimate price....


The return of Ben III (Trey) from the WOT:

by Carroll Weihrich

TEARS

One this scorching Texas summer day, I sit at a table waiting for a flight that will bring my son home to me. Along with one hundred or so others, I wait with baited expectations of seeing him step out of the International Baggage Claim area. People are milling around everywhere, some young women holding babies their husbands have yet to see. A look of concern passes across faces from time to time, worrying that loved ones missed the flight or something else just as ridiculous detains them from this much anticipated reunion. Common bonds are forged as individuals discuss their soldiers most are from Ft. Hood, in the dirty, hotter than Hades, central land of Texas. Yet, even the worst of Ft. Hood is preferable to the best of Iraq.

Before I left the hotel this morning to come here to this noisy airport, I saw on the news where, once again, sixty plus lives were claimed by a car bombing at a Shiite Mosque somewhere around Baghdad. Three more American soldiers will never see their flight back to the ones they love. Three more bodies will be draped with the Stars and Stripes, all for what? So that others in the world can experience the freedom we take for granted. Sometimes I'm not so sure I understand that need. Sometimes, I'm selfish and just want America to leave well enough alone so that we can live our lives in peace and not worry about the other people in the world.

Suddenly, I hear a roar of applause break out, and on looking up, I see the first group of soldiers from Iraq arrive through the doors. I try to be miffed because my son's flight preceded this one, but was waylaid in Ireland with a bum engine where repairs had to be made before the plane could continue. In reality, my son should have arrived first. However, I can't be miffed. I'm so proud of all these young men and women for saying that they will take on a difficult job that none of us want and they will do it for family, country, and world. So, my heart swells with pride as I witness the tears of joy falling down the faces of family members and soldiers alike as they find each other in the crowd.

Volunteers from a local business complex and area churches have formed an aisle, like Texan's do at high school football games. The cheers are wild and abundant as the flags wave, goodies are passed out, and every returning hero's hand is shook. I see tears of joy as wives, husbands, parents, etc. embrace our returning warriors, giving the fatigue-clad wonders gifts of love, joy, and happiness. I look into the faces of the young men and women as they pass through the corridor of these grateful few, and I see the babies they truly are.

Yet, when my penetrating gaze finds their eyes I observe a depth of knowledge and experience that only war can place within, a hardness required to do a job I'm afraid of doing myself. But, then each soldier smiles and the inner light of youth and innocence returns once again. That joy to be home among those who love them, who protect their hearts from fatal disarray their mothers, fathers, etc, and even the care of strangers all those who lift them to an almighty God put a rubber stamp on their duty in service to their country and ultimately to all mankind.

Then I notice the tears not only in the eyes of the father, who sees his newborn son for the very first time, but tears are flowing down my cheeks and I join in on the applause. These young men and women are returning to the bosom of the country that sent them to war America's people why, because we enjoy our freedom and want it to continue as it always has in the past.

The roar continues as the last of the 10:30 flight passes through the ranks of the faithful few, and then silence prevails. I linger, trying to read the novel I brought with me, trying to keep my mind occupied as I wait for my son to appear through the doors. I can't concentrate because I remember another soldier in the news several weeks ago, returning to the bosom of his loved ones, draped with a flag of red/white and blue. I remember a mother who waited as her heart told her this was the last time she would look upon her beloved child's face. I remember as he passed through the crowd, not unlike the one I have witnessed here today. However, no cheers blasted through silent air, and no joy pervaded the heat of the scorching Texas day. Flags were waved in silent respect as an entire town turned out to say goodbye to their fallen hero. A corridor of our country's Stars and Stripes is witnessed by children and adults alike, along a silent and reverent highway filled with his neighbors, as this young soldier, who will never see the face of his newborn son, travels to his final resting place.

I can't stop the flow of tears caused by the memory of this young man who gave his life for those who yell "foul" or spit in the face of the "infidel." My tears are on the verge of sobs as my anger grows concerning people in my own country who get behind a cause they know nothing about, shouting "Bush is a pig" and "We have no business in Iraq." My heart weeps for those too soon forgotten in twin towers brought to the ground. My son once told me that terrorism is an act of war and that is why we are in Iraq, and Afghanistan, and will be anywhere else innocent people are afflicted with the atrocities of the monsters of this world - monsters who seek power, money, and self-gratification.

Yes, I question why we have to continue in a war where so many of our youth are sacrificed for the benefit of others. But then I see the monster's face in my mind and know that if we don't go in search of him, he will come to us. I, for one, do not want to live in fear of what tomorrow may bring. I too enjoy freedom which allows me to be in this airport looking for the face of my son as he arrives home from a far away war.

My angry thoughts have taken me from my objective, but the volunteers' applause brings me back to reality and I once again search for my returning warrior. I'm so proud to be his mother and to be able to welcome him home oh, there he is tears once again adorn my cheeks as I reach out to embrace my son, my first born, my hero. Praise be unto God that he can still carry the weight of the red/white and blue upon his strong and able shoulders, and is not arriving draped in it. Praise be unto God that there are those willing to face the monsters in this world and say "Not this time, not in my home." Praise be unto God, my son is one of them.

Disability pay can depend on where you live



By Rick Maze - Staff writer
Posted : Tuesday Oct 16, 2007
   
Despite efforts to improve consistency in disability ratings, the Department of Veterans’ Affairs has made only modest progress in reducing significant regional differences in pay for veterans with similar disabilities.

In 2004, there was a $5,043 difference between the average annual veterans’ disability compensation between New Mexico, which had the highest average payments, and Ohio, which had the lowest, said Jon Wooditch, the deputy VA inspector general, in Tuesday testimony before a House subcommittee. After efforts to provide consistent training, use more automation to reduce some subjective judgment, and taking other administrative steps to cut down on differences, the variance in payments actually increased, to $5,061 in 2005 and to $5,105 for 2006, Wooditch said in testimony before the House Veterans’ Affairs subcommittee on oversight and investigations. However, the difference in new claims declined from $6,054 in 2004 to $4,477 in 2006, which appears to show that new claims are being handled in a more uniform way.

Rep. Harry Mitchell, D-Ariz., the subcommittee chairman, said he knows the VA has made “efforts to correct these issues but more has to be done.”

“We are sending the wrong message to our nation’s veterans,” Mitchell said. “We are saying that even though you served courageously for your country, you better live in the right state and hire a professional when filing for disability benefits.”

Wooditch said some differences are the result of demographic factors — such as the branch of the service, period or length of service, or number of dependents — over which the VA has no control. But most of the inconsistency appears to result from subjective differences in how raters look at cases.

Some of the biggest differences come for ratings dealing with mental disorders, such as post-traumatic stress disorders, and for veterans whose disability is rated at less than 100 percent but are considered unemployable, said David Hunter of the Institute for Defense Analyses, which looked at disability payments. A study by Hunter’s group found the average annual disability pay in 2005 was $8,890, but the average payment was more than $12,000 in New Mexico and less than $8,000 in Ohio.

The VA’s deputy undersecretary for benefits, Ronald Aument, said the VA has increased centralized training programs and tried some new training methods in hope of getting more accurate and consistent decisions. Also, the VA is trying to standardize medical exams so files have the same information for each claim, no matter where the claim is filed, he said. Over the next year, the VA also will launch a new examiner certification program.

Subcommittee member Rep. Zack Space, D-Ohio, said something needs to change. “I am concerned that veterans in Ohio, who served just as honorably as veterans in other states, may not be getting a fair deal by virtue of where they reside,” Space said.

“In my district, one is more likely to live below the poverty line than to have a college education,” Space said. “It is a struggle for many of my constituents to meet the demands of the cost of living in our state. Poor veterans in Ohio need every disability dollar they have earned.”

Ray Pryor of AmVets, a veterans’ service organization that has been closely studying problems with disability pay, said some differences are to be expected. “We are working with a system that is based on humans making decisions,” he said. “Their perceptions and understanding of conditions and occasional mistakes are going to play a role in disparities,” Pryor said.

A Citrus County, Fla., veterans service officer said he thinks the problem rests with which regional offices are the most overworked. John Kenney, a retired Marine warrant officer, said every VA regional office uses the same law and the same claims manual, but the workload is different. “The key word in ratings decisions is production,” he said, suggesting Congress order a study by state that would compare the average disability pay to the backlog of claims.




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The story of Specialist Manuel Molinar

The story of Specialist Victor Manuel Molinar, Jr – .by grandma Modena

I was asked by Johnnie Lee, founder of Soldiers of Today and Yesterday, and tell a story about Manuel. His inspirations and reason for joining the Military, about his childhood and the man I believe him to be today; my grandson, my hero.

Manuel was eighteen months old, when his parents divorced. The son of Victor Molinar and Kenda McAnally. At that time, Kenda and the children came to live with me. When Manuel was two years old we added a new member to our family; his name was Douglas Ribble.

 As Manuel did not have a relationship with his own father as a child, Doug became his leader, advisor, counselor and his role model. Doug was the type of man that stood for right and not wrong. He stood for honor and these morals were taught to Manuel. At the same time Doug didn’t like war, but knew sometimes that we had to be in war to protect your family, country and the things you love. I see these in Manuel; a person of honor and pride. Someone trusting in leadership of our country and decisions that are made by our leaders that Manuel believe to live and die for. He has bravely and eagerly set out to do what is right, honor, and loyalty to his people, nation and country. To stand for freedom he has chosen to defend, protect and to die for the right for justice, honor and freedom for all.

 Manuel was born Dec. 8, 1987 in Andrews, Texas. He lived there until he was eleven years. Old. Manuel graduated from South Plains Academy in Lubbock when he was eighteen. He calls Andrews his hometown.

 Manuel was sixteen years old when his Buddy, Doug, was diagnosed with cancer and had a short time to live. Manuel called his Buddy in Oct. of 2005; in a long conversation he asked his Buddy his opinion of joining the Military. Manuel was told by Doug that would be his decision; he couldn’t help him with that. Manuel joined in Nov. of 2005. Doug died Jan. 15, 2006. Manuel started his basic training in Georgia in May 2006.

Manuel has received and earned four ranks in a year, from a Private to a Specialist. He is the Escort and Gunner for his platoon on the missions in Iraq. As all parents and grandparents, our prayers are for a safe return, each day for a safe mission. But if God should call him home, I believe his Buddy will be waiting to help him cross over from this world to our heavenly world. When Doug looks down from the heavens above and sees his Buddy, I know he rose to become the man he is today as the rest of Manuel’s family feels.

In memory of his Buddy, Doug Ribble. Thank you, Modena Ribble.

TEXAS VETERAN PROJECT

TEXAS VETERAN PROJECT
After return home, a respite
More than 30 bed and breakfasts in Central Texas offer soldiers free stays

By ROSANNA RUIZ
Copyright 2007 Houston Chronicle

Kathy Aydelotte was understandably concerned about her son's welfare when he returned from his tour in a Baghdad hospital.

Maj. Jayson Aydelotte, a surgeon, insisted he was fine, that he, like other service members, had to just bury their war horrors deep. But his mother, a retired teacher, was not convinced, and decided she ought to do something for returning troops and veterans.

She and her husband, Eldon Aydelotte, operate a bed and breakfast on their sprawling, 40-acre property in this quaint Fayette County town. They thought, why not let veterans enjoy its curative charms?

Las Brisas Farm could be an escape for one or two nights at no charge for those heading off to war, and a quiet refuge for those who have just returned from the battlefronts in Iraq and Afghanistan.

"We're hoping this can be a place to benefit our military," Kathy Aydelotte said as she stood on the wooden bridge that crosses her small pond.

Guests can stargaze from their porch or sit beneath weeping willow trees. The quiet here is accompanied by the rustling of trees from an unexpected cool breeze that lends truth to the bed and breakfast's name. There's also the occasional churning sound from the rusty windmill.

As word spread about the Aydelottes' project through an article in the local paper and fliers posted around town, other B&B owners from nearby Brenham, La Grange and Round Top wanted in.

"We have 35 B&Bs onboard," said Kathy Aydelotte, who included her own. "This is a gift — everybody is just contributing their love to honor these military people."

The project, still in its infancy, has resulted in just a few inquiries. The Aydelottes have only had one veteran, Marine Capt. Jerry Harris, 38, and his wife, Melissa, 33, stay at their place this summer.

Although he has been back home in La Grange for a few years, Harris said the stay was exactly what he and his wife needed. It was a night off for the parents of two children as well as the chance to celebrate their ninth anniversary.

The Harrises strolled around the garden, where butterflies dance around zinnias and roses. They also plucked figs from an enormous tree. Then, after dinner, Jerry Harris swapped stories with the Aydelottes about the war.

Although he rarely talks about the war with others, that night he did.

''I don't think his wife heard him talk so much," Kathy Aydelotte said. "After that evening, we knew it was the right thing to do. If you touch one person and make their lives more tolerable, it's a good thing."

But guests are not expected to share their stays with the Aydelottes. She and her husband are nonintrusive hosts.

The couple, along with their golden retrievers June and July, welcome guests, show them around and then step back. In fact, the only form of communication required can simply be through a raised shade, an indication that guests are ready for breakfast.

"They made a huge breakfast," Melissa Harris said, "and we didn't have to pay for anything."

Jerry Harris, a state trooper, said he served almost four months in Al-Asad before he injured his knee and returned home. The Texas A&M graduate had previously served four years in the Marines and volunteered for war duty.

You can hear the tension in his voice when he talks about Iraq: the mortar attacks on the base, combat missions and enemy tactics. The war changed him.

He sees the value of what the Aydelottes are doing.

The bed and breakfasts can serve as a neutral site, Harris said, to service members just back from the war. Their spouses kept the home front while they were gone, and it would be wrong to just storm in and take over, he added.

"It makes you appreciate what the World War II guys went through. They didn't come home for four and five years," he Harris said. "You're married, but you're different people."

As the project's inaugural guests, the Harrises were invited to return. Perhaps the Aydelottes will be busy hosting other veterans. It's too early to know when, or if, the project will take off.

"Because they're home," Kathy Aydelotte said, "we don't want them forgotten. These families have sacrificed tremendously."

Check out this website

Song playing on site:
 "I Will Remember," by Santo and Johnny
 
Only Nineteen
by Gary Jacobson © June 2007

It's hard to come home

Awesome video, forwarded by Ernie Webb - Midland, TX.

Will you give this to my Daddy?

(Better get your hanky ready!!)

As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support "Red 
Fridays."
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I
was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me
beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed
one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. 
As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was
abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I
saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered 
for,it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who
still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young
unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us
so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just 
when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men
and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to 
one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi."  The little girl
then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The
young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said
he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly
the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest 
hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation,all
of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the
other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They
started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back
over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy
and he told me to give this to you." He then hugged this little girl that
he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying
"your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything
and he is coming home very soon."
The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families
and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day,
it's good to be an American.
RED FRIDAYS --- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing
Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used 
to be called the "silent majority". We are no longer silent, and are
voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers.
We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal
media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many
Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize
that the vast majority of America supports our troops.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity
and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday
until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that..
Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear
something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United
States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football
game in the bleachers.
If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long
before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the
once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever; certainly 
more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is, "we need your support and your prayers".
Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example;
and wear something red every Friday.

IF YOU AGREE -- THEN SEND THIS ON.  IF YOU COULD CARE LESS THEN HIT
THE DELETE BUTTON --- IT IS YOUR CHOICE.  WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE
FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE. THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED ---- SO WEAR
RED!
--- MAY GOD HELP AMERICA TO BECOME ONE NATION, UNDER GOD.

HAVE A GREAT DAY.

Great Videos of our troops at youtube

have hankies at the ready and sound up:
 
 
Tribute to the troops: Nickleback Double Feature
 
Going Home:

Prayers Support-9 US Soldiers killed,20 Wounded 4-24-07
 
And the rest of 'em, pls click on any video in lower rite hand corner:
 SEMPER FI
 
  Si vis pacem, para bellum(You want Peace, Prepare for war)

Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:

Jesus Christ and the American G. I.

One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

PASS THIS ON! MANY SEEM TO FORGET BOTH OF THEM!!

Move America Forward news


Dear Fellow Americans,

This letter is a call to action to the silent majority in America. It is a dangerous time in the history of our country and we can no longer quietly sit back on our apathetic rears and hope that someone else will speak for us, or that someone else will make a difference. Many Americans have listened to the lies of the liberal media and have adopted a defeated attitude that they can't make a difference. I just completed a "These Colors Don't Run" tour with Move America Forward that conducted rallies in 25 cities across America and ended in Washington DC, on the 17th of March. We joined forces with the Gathering of Eagles to protect our Memorials and let our troops and our President know that we support them and "have their backs covered." I heard the heartbeat of America and we are fed up and ready to make a difference.


I joined the caravan in honor of my son Marc Alan Lee, the first Navy Seal killed in Iraq on 8-2-06. He was willing to endure the rigorous "buds" training, "hell week" with maybe 5 hours of sleep for the entire week, endurance runs, rock portage, and the most intense training in special forces to be a Navy Seal. "One of the elite of the elite," as his Commander in Chief told me. Did he endure all of this to sit on his tushy in his lazyboy and complain about how our world is going to "hell in a handbasket." No! He was willing to take a stand and make a difference, to actively protect me and every American citizen, to defend this land that he loved against an attack from terrorists that killed over 3000 Americans in one day. He was willing to go to Ramadi, the "hell hole" of Iraq and endure 120 degree temperatures while wearing 50 lbs of body armor and carrying an additional 100 lbs of weapons, ammo and equipment. He was willing to endure sleepless nights and months away from his family and friends. He was willing to stand in the direct line of fire and sacrifice his life to save his brothers at arms, and to continue to provide a safe place for you and I to live. Many people have commented to me, "the terrorists took your son's life that day." The terrorists didn't "take" my sons life, Marc willingly "gave" his life. You see Marc recognized and believed that someone had laid down their life for him. As a single parent, raising 3 small children became overwhelming at times, and I didn't have all of the answers. At times I didn't have any of the answers. When my children would come to me with tough decisions to be made, I knew I didn't know everything, but I had learned that I did know the one who did. God promises to be a husband to the widow and a father to the fatherless and my children had often heard me tell them to "Go ask your Father." They knew that meant to spend some time with their Heavenly Father. They knew that He loved them so much he had sent his son who willingly "gave" his life so that they could spend an eternity with Christ. Marc was confident in where his final destination would be. Marc was just following in His Daddy's footsteps when he gave his life for you and I. Jesus Christ and the American GI are the only ones I know who were willingly to die for us. Shouldn't we be willing to live for them?

The media, Hollywood and the liberal's want us to believe that we are failing in Iraq. They have made it their "political agenda" to change the world, they want the spotlight, they want to be in control. They want it to be "all about them," and are trying to figure out how they can use this for their gain. Look at Nancy Pelosi, she makes a "publicity" trip to Syria despite Whitehouse objections. Then, she acts as though she is representing the Nation that told her not to go and promises President Assad that there is an alternative Democratic foreign policy. Talk about political agenda! Only the President has that constitutional authority! Sounds like treason to me and grounds for an impeachment. How self centered and ridiculous is that! Isn't this about HERE AND NOW! We must remain united and not let the Nancy Pelosi's and Cindy Sheehan's speak for the minority of America! This war is about defending America and telling the terrorists "not on my watch." It is also about setting free a nation that is ruled by fear and daily violence. A nation that has been raped, tortured, beaten, killed and suppressed by the evil tyrants and dictators who do it in the name of "Allah." A nation who longs for the freedom America can help provide them with. My son told me amazing stories of the difference we are making over there. I saw pictures of Marc in the Iraqi homes being embraced by the Father, with Iraqi children sitting on Marc's lap. I have heard first hand of the hospitals that were being cleaned up, schools being built, water systems restored. Our technology is such that when the insurgents are found in a building we can take down just that building and leave the ones next door intact. Just this month I was briefed and saw amazing statistics about the difference in the last year on the number of Iraqi Army soldiers who have been trained and are staying, the major decrease in IED"S. Nobody wants to be in Iraq forever. I know that every time I hear of another family that is dealing with the loss of a son, daughter, husband, wife, Mother or Father, that I cry knowing the loss they are dealing with. Knowing the deep pain. I don't want any more lives lost and that's why we are there to stop the killing of innocent people in America and The Middle East. Sadaam killed over one million people. Do we just bury our heads in the sand and let these Terrorists continue? Do we wait for them to attack America again? Do we value American lives over the lives in third world countries? Do we think we are better than everyone else? Is our attitude send somebody else's son, but not mine.

I am proud of both of my sons and my son-in-law who all were in the military on 9/11 and were willing to defend our country and make the needed sacrifices so that you, can be reading this letter. I am proud of all of our Vets who have stood up for what is right and honorable. Now is the time for each one of us to be willing to stand and live for them, to live for our country, and live for our God. After all isn't this America that was founded as one nation under God? It's time to rise up and make our voices be heard! We need to wake up the silent majority and become the Vocal majority! Do some research yourself and find out the truth. Refuse to watch the liberal lying media! Tell them you won't be watching and why! Write to your Congressional leaders and your Senators, hold them accountable and let them know they can be voted out. Thank and support the ones who are representing and speaking for you. Register and Vote! Write letters to the editor, attend rallies supporting our troops and the War on Terror. Be confident and bold and share your opinions. Do our troops hide from what they believe in? No, they take every opportunity to make a difference and it's time we do the same. Thank every serviceman or woman you see, they have sacrificed much! They are the true heroes! Send them cards, and care packages, support their families, and pray for them, our nation and ask God to give us the victory!

Thank you for joining with me to reclaim America!

A Very Proud Mother and American!
Debbie Lee

 

My Mighty Warrior
Marc Alan Lee
3-20-78 to 8-2-06

PS: Please help me by forwarding this to everyone you know including your local newspapers, media, blogs, Senators and Congressional leaders.

 

 

I'm Tired

I'm Tired 
  
Two weeks ago, as I was starting my sixth month of duty in Iraq, I was forced to return to the USA for surgery for an injury I sustained prior to my deployment. With luck, I'll return to Iraq to finish my tour.
  
I left Baghdad and a wr that has every indication that we are winning, to return to a demoralized country much like the one I returned to in 1971 after my tour in Vietnam. Maybe it's because I'll turn 60 years old in just  four months, but I'm tired:
  
I'm tired of spineless politicians, both Democrat and Republican who lack the courage, fortitude, and character to see these difficult tasks through.
  
I'm tired of the hypocrisy of politicians who want to rewrite history when the going gets tough.
  
I'm tired of the disingenuous clamor from those that claim they 'Support the Troops' by wanting them to 'Cut and Run' before victory is achieved.
  
I'm tired of a mainstream media that can only focus on car bombs and casualty reports because they are too afri d to leave the safety of their hotels to report on the courage and success our brave men and women are having on the battlefield.
  
I'm tired that so many Americans think you can rebuild a dictatorship into a democracy over night.
  
I'm tired that so many ignore the bravery of the Iraqi people to go to the voting booth and freely elect a Constitution and soon a permanent Parliament.
  
I'm tired of the so called 'Elite Left' that prolongs this war by giving aid and comfort to our enemy, just as they did during the Vietnam War.
  
I'm tired of antiwar protesters showing up at the funerals of our fallen soldiers. A family who's loved ones gave their life in a just and noble cause, only to be cruelly tormented on the funeral day by cowardly protesters is beyond shameful.
  
I'm tired that my generation, the Baby Boom -- Vietnam generation, who have such a weak backbone that they can't stomach seeing the difficult tasks through to victory.
  
I'm tired that some are more concerned about the treatment of captives than they are the slaughter and beheading of our citizens and allies
  
I'm tired that when we find mass graves it is seldom reported by the press, but mistreat a prisoner and it is front page news.
  
Mostly, I'm tired that the people of this great nation didn't learn from history that there is no substitute for Victory.
  
Sincerely,
Joe Repya,
Lieutenant Colonel, U. S. Army
101st Airborne Division
  
This needs to get all over the U S A.

MESSAGE FROM MY SON

Subject: MESSAGE FROM MY SON

David, who is still in Iraq, asked me in his last email to thank everyone that is keeping him lifted up in prayer.  He indicated that he could really use prayers especially at this time.  Although he doesnt go into detail about their activities, he did say that they had been awake and busy for 26 hours straight.

I also want to thank everyone for keeping him and the rest of our troops in your prayers.  I mention to him regularly in my emails that he has no idea just how many people are praying for him, and that many of these people he didnt know personally and would probably never meet them.  I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I thank the Good Lord for people such as yourself who do such generous  and important acts for others.

God bless each of you,

Anita 

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Story behin "Class room desks," forwarded by Bob Rose, Midland, TX.

Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren,

a social studies school teacher at Robinson High
School in Little Rock, did something not to be forgotten. On the first
day of school, with permission of the school superintendent, the
principal and the building supervisor, she took all of the desks out of
the classroom.

The kids came into first period, they walked in,
there were no desks. They obviously looked around and said, 'Ms.
Cothren, where's our desk?' And she said, 'You can't have a desk until
you tell me how you earn them.'
They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.'
'No,' she said.
'Maybe it's our behavior.'
And she told them, 'No, it's not even your
behavior.'
And so they came and went in the first period,
still no desks in the classroom. Second period, same thing, third
period. By early afternoon television news crews had gathered in Ms.
Cothren's class to find out about this crazy teacher who had taken all
the desks out of the classroom. The last period of the day, Martha
Cothren gathered her class. They were at this time sitting on the floor
around the sides of the room. And she says, 'Throughout the day no one
has really understood how you earn the desks that sit in this classroom
ordinarily.' She said, 'Now I'm going to tell you.'
Martha Cothren went over to the door of her
classroom and opened it, and as she did 27 U.S. veterans, wearing their
uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk.
And they placed those school desks in rows, and then they stood along
the wall. And by the time they had finished placing those desks, those
kids for the first time I think perhaps in their lives understood how
they earned those desks.
Martha said, 'You don't have to earn those
desks. These guys did it for you. They put them out there for you, but
it's up to you to sit here responsibly to learn, to be good students and
good citizens, because they paid a price for you to have that desk, and
don't ever forget it.'

My friend, I think sometimes we forget that the
freedoms that we have are freedoms not because of celebrities. The
freedoms are because of ordinary people who did extraordinary things,
who loved this country more than life itself, and who not only earned a
school desk for a kid at the Robinson High School in Little Rock, but
who earned a seat for you and me to enjoy this great land we call home,
this wonderful nation that we better love enough to protect and preserve
with the kind of conservative, solid values and principles that made us
a great nation.

'We live in the Land of the Free because of the
brave'
Remember our Troops...

photos of appreciation

photos of appreciation

This was very touching

This is pretty cool!
 

putting together an Iraq Veterans Memorial video

Brave New Foundation is putting together an Iraq Veterans Memorial video to commemorate the 4th anniversary of the Iraq War and we would like your help. 

The piece that we want to create will be a tribute to the courageous men and women who have given their lives during this war.  This idea is inspired by the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, the AIDS Quilt and the New York Times biographies of the 9/11 victims.  This project will be a moving memorial that enables the viewer to better understand the people behind the faces. We are asking that the family, friends or loved ones of these men and women send us a 60 second video about their loved one along with a photo.  60 seconds is not a lot of time to sum up the accomplishments of these heroes. 

We want to be able to hear about every fallen soldier, so we ask that you tell us about the things they most cherished, the things you most cherished about them and how they would like to be remembered.  This video will serve as a reminder to the world about these great men and women.  Our goal is to unveil this video on March 19th, so please have your videos sent in by February 20th.  For more information please go to www.iraqmemorial.org  The video will be made available on the internet for free once completed and will remain on a site devoted to fallen Iraq Veterans.  Thank you.

Check out this website

Hey folks.

I stumbled across a photo essay today that reminded me of why we do what we do.
It also reminded me of why we are ABLE to do what we do.

http://cfapp2.rockymountainnews.com/slideshow/slideshow.cfm?type=DEFAULT&ID=041706fs&NUM=1

Keep them in thoughts,


--
Ben Huerta BKA Tha Whispanic
West Texas Deputy State Captain
www.patriotguard.org

Battlefield's 'Doc'

Battlefield's 'Doc' now in a nation's care
Brought home by his best friend, lost medic unites perfect strangers
Chris Schneider © News



Navy Hospital Corpsman 3rd Class John Dragneff walks down the conveyor belt after helping secure the casket of Christopher Anderson at Denver International Airport. "Even though we're best friends, this isn't for me," Dragneff said. "This is for the family." Anderson was killed Dec. 4 in Iraq.


By Jim Sheeler, Rocky Mountain News
December 15, 2006

The skinny sailor sat in the Philadelphia airport terminal in his deep-blue dress uniform, cracking his knuckles, shifting in his seat, waiting for his best friend.
A woman from the airline walked over and motioned for him to follow. She saw the nervous look on the sailor's face and stopped.

"Wait," she said. "Is this your first time doing this?"

"Yes, ma'am," the 22 year-old said, his voice cracking.

"Well, unfortunately, it's not the first time for me," she said. "Not even the first time this week."

She led him toward the gate and gave him a soft smile.

"You'll do fine," she said.

Inside the airport, the public-address system pumped out Peggy Lee's Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. A nearby group of passengers loaded up their ski clothes, readying for a vacation. Suit-and-tied businessmen with premier privileges watched as the sailor was led in front of them all.

None of them knew his mission.

On board the nearly empty plane, a flight attendant was one of the first to shake his hand.

"I understand you're escorting today," he said. "Is this the fella from Longmont? I live in Boulder. I've been reading about him in the papers."

"Yes, sir," the sailor said in a warbled voice that sounded like an eighth-grader.

"I'm sure you'll do yourself and your service proud," the flight attendant said.

After speaking with the crew, the pilot walked over and offered his hand.

"I understand he was your friend," the captain said.

"I'm sorry."

The sailor nodded. He carried his soft, white hat in his hands. The patch on his left shoulder signified his status as a Navy hospital corpsman.

The captain then looked at one of the crew members.

"Are there any seats in first class? I'd like to bring him up here."

After the sailor stowed his bags, the woman from the terminal walked him back out to the jetway, where he waited as the other passengers boarded the plane. As they filed past, some stole glances at him, some smiled at him, and he tried to smile back.

As the sailor waited, another flight attendant, a Vietnam veteran, walked over.

"Hello," he said, grasping the sailor's hand. "Thirty years ago, they didn't say thank you to us. I wanted to say thank you now."

The sailor nodded again and managed a grin. Then the chief of the ground crew opened the door to the stairs that led to the tarmac.

"OK," he said. "We're ready."

In cardboard box, a casket

Underneath a whining jet engine near the rear cargo hold, baggage workers lifted the tarp on a cart, and the sailor swallowed hard. He checked to see if the name on the cardboard box matched that of his best friend.

An American flag was printed atop the box, which encased the polished hardwood casket, protecting it during transit from Dover Air Force Base to the airport, and then to Denver, where the box would be removed before anyone saw it. On each end, the box was stamped with a large official seal of the Department of Defense.

The last time Hospital Corpsman 3rd Class John Dragneff saw his friend was the same day Hospital Corpsman Christopher Anderson left for Iraq. They talked endlessly that day, about taking care of each other's families, about taking care in general. That was, after all, what they had in common.

Often in restaurants, the waitperson would ask the sailors, "Are you brothers?" The first few times, they laughed it off. After a while, they started answering without hesitation, "Yes."

The two men had met at field medical training school, and they clicked right away. They soon studied together, went to the beach in Camp Lejeune, N.C., where Anderson surfed, and just generally hung out, talking about where life was headed for both of them.

More recently, they spent time talking about what it meant to hold somebody's life in your hands — and to lose it.

Tuesday afternoon, the young sailor stood on the chilly tarmac in Philadelphia. As the casket made its way up the conveyor belt, he snapped to attention, grasping his hands into fists, thumbs at the seams of his pants, trying to squeeze back the tears.

His eyes emptied as he brought his hand to his face in a salute, which he tried to hold steady until the casket disappeared into the plane's belly.

As he turned, the sailor's face melted, and he walked into the embrace of Pamela Andrus, the United Airlines service director. The ground manager took his other side, supporting him.

"I'm so sorry," Andrus said.

Together, they walked back up the stairs, into the plane, where a cheery flight attendant came over with several tissues plucked from the lavatory.

"You can cry," Christine Sullivan told him. "All of us want to send our love and blessings to you and be here for you.

"You're going to do great."

Corpsmen have long history

On Dec. 4, Chief Hospital Corpsman Kip Poggemeyer wasn't supposed to be in his office at Buckley Air Force Base in Aurora. It was his day off, but the 37 year-old was busy trying to finish medical reports that would send another batch of Navy reservists from Colorado to Afghanistan.

Only last year, the Navy corpsman had returned from Marine Corps Air Station Al Asad in Iraq, the closest medical base to some of the heaviest fighting in the country — a base that shook with mortar attacks 26 times during his deployment.

Within his first week, he saw massive combat wounds while performing the same job that his grandfather held during World War II, the same job he knew he wanted since he was a little boy.

The history of the Navy hospital corpsman dates back to the Spanish-American War. The Marines needed a field medic, and looked to the Navy to provide one.

According to Navy historian and Hospital Corpsman Mark Hacala, the Navy hospital corpsman has provided front-line medical care that has saved countless lives on the battlefields of every conflict since, earning a disproportionate share of accolades and awards and suffering a similarly large percentage of casualties.

Despite both services living under the umbrella of the Navy, Marines and sailors hold an intense traditional rivalry. When new hospital corpsmen are assigned to Marine units, the Marines may tease them as "squids" — or worse. Still, the hospital corpsmen have to learn to think, act and react with the speed of their Marine unit.

When a hospital corpsman is first attached to a unit, the Marines will call them by their last name, or maybe just "corpsman." Eventually — only when corpsmen earn the Marines' respect — they earn the nickname "Doc."

"The first time they call you 'Doc,' it's like, 'Yes! I have arrived,' " Poggemeyer said. "It makes you feel like you're part of the team."

Once the fighting begins, the corpsman's duty is usually one of the riskiest — carrying their own weapon along with medical gear.

The Marines say they will take a bullet for the corpsman, because he's the only one who can take it out.

"If they yell, 'Corpsman up,' they know Doc is going to be right there," Poggemeyer said. "When the Marines call you 'Doc,' you know you'll never let them down, you'll never leave their side. That bond between a Marine and a Navy corpsman is something that will last forever. We call them 'My Marines' — they call us 'My Doc.' "

Somewhere near Ramadi on Dec. 4, Christopher Anderson's Marines called on their Doc. Details of the attack have not been released by the military, other than the information Poggemeyer received in his office that afternoon.

"They told me it was a corpsman, KIA (killed in action) in Ramadi from a mortar attack. . . . It brought back all the memories," he said. "I had come full circle. I was in Iraq and saw people die. But I had never seen this side."

That afternoon, Poggemeyer and another casualty-assistance officer met the Navy chaplain in Longmont. The chief carried with him a sheet with the name of 24-year-old Hospital Corpsman Christopher A. Anderson — and his parents' address in Longmont.

Together, the sailors drove to the modest home with an American flag flying from the porch, and another special flag in the window.

After they parked the government sport-utility vehicle at 5:30 p.m., Poggemeyer saw the blue-star flag, signifying the family had a loved one overseas.

"Doc Anderson," it said underneath the star.

"When I saw that, my heart just sank," he said. "My mom and dad had one of those flags up while I was gone. My wife had one up."

Still, he made his way to the door.

"I pushed the doorbell," he said, "and I felt like a horse kicked me in the stomach."

Debra Anderson opened the door and saw the men in uniform.

"Oh, honey," she said with a smile, calling to her husband.

"The sailors are here. The recruiters are here."

Rick Anderson came to the stairs and his face paled. A former Navy SEAL, he recognized the uniforms.

"Honey, we need to sit down," he said.

"These aren't recruiters."

With service came emotion


In the first-class section of United Airlines Flight 271 from Philadelphia to Denver, the sailor looked through a booklet called Manual for Escorts of Deceased Naval Personnel.

"It's weird. I think back, and I was never an emotional-type person until I joined the military," Dragneff said. "In the past, I've had relatives who died, but I never really cried. I guess that since I've been in, it all means a lot more."

He thought back to one of the last times he saw his friend, Chris, when they went to visit Arlington National Cemetery on Memorial Day, and Dragneff found the grave of a sailor he had trained with.

"When we went out to Arlington, standing there, I just started crying, and I couldn't understand why. I didn't really know the guy that well," Dragneff said.

"Chris just grabbed me and hugged me and let me sit there and cry. As we were walking away, a man walked up and shook my hand and said, 'Thank you.' So then, Chris started to cry. So there were just the three of us standing there, crying.

"A few minutes later, just trying to cheer me up, he made up some story about a squirrel on crack. Just like that. He could make you smile."

Dragneff was the responsible one, relatively shy, the designated driver who didn't drink or smoke. He was the one happy in a sweat shirt and jeans, while Anderson would change clothes five times before going out, a neatnik who splurged on Armani and Ralph Lauren.

At 6-foot-2 inches tall, with short-cropped, jet-black hair and hazel eyes, the muscular, outgoing 24-year-old never lacked in self-confidence.

"Damn, I look good," he wrote on one of the photos displayed on his

MySpace.com account. On the Web site, Dragneff posted regular updates about his friend while he was in Iraq. He was also the one to inform them of Chris' death.

"Dec 5 2006 12:56P," he wrote.

"Christopher Anderson, you weren't a 'real' brother, but you were still my brother. A person could not ask for a better friend or brother. You will be greatly missed. Love your brother, John.

"Rest in peace."

Brother gets a phone call

On the evening of Dec. 4, Kyle Anderson wound through the remote roads of Weld County, making his regular rounds in his Schwan's food-delivery truck, when he realized he had a message on his cell phone.

"It was my dad, saying that he had a problem and he needed my help, and that he wanted me to come home right away," he said.

The 22-year-old shook his head.

"My dad is a Navy SEAL. There's nothing he can't handle. I knew something was wrong," Anderson said.

"When I called back, the first thing I said was, 'Is my brother alive?' And he said 'No.' "

He hung up the phone.

On the other end of the line, his parents worried. The notification team offered to go and pick up the young man who was now their only son.

When Kyle called back, his parents asked him to pull over, saying the sailors would meet him to help drive back. He parked his truck at the intersection of Interstate 25 and Colorado 66, and waited, crying alone in the dark.

"It was so surreal. I wondered, 'Is this really happening?' " he said. "As I waited longer, I thought, 'Maybe they won't show up. Maybe it's not real.' "

When the government SUV arrived, Kyle dropped his head.

"It was about 25 degrees outside, and we were standing on the side of I-25 telling him about his brother," Poggemeyer said. "And giving him hugs."

Once back at the home in Longmont, the family talked to the notification officers about their son, breathing life into the name on the casualty list.

"We spoke to him on Dec. 3," his father said. "He talked about the Christmas presents he wanted us to buy for a neighbor, and that he wanted us to send out Christmas cards for him."

At his funeral service today in Longmont, the family plans to hand out their son's Christmas cards to everyone who attends.

He asked that the card end with a single phrase: "Please Remember Our Troops!!!!"

Fourth-generation serviceman

When Christopher Anderson enlisted in the Navy in 2005, the Longmont High School graduate became the fourth generation in his family to do so. At boot camp, he was voted the "honor graduate" in his class. After that, he wanted to excel in everything.

Before he left for Iraq, Christopher and his father mined military supply shops, looking for any equipment that might help him in the field. He looked for anything that might help him blend in with the Marines, since he knew corpsmen were prime targets.

"I have to be able to do this in the dark," he told his father.

In Iraq, he asked to be stationed with the front-line Marines and was assigned to a 12-man unit. One of his first tasks was to memorize each Marine's medical records. His medical expertise stretched beyond his unit to the Iraqi people, who would talk to him "because he was 'the dictor' (as the Iraqis called him). "There were times that nobody would talk to anyone except him," Rick Anderson said.

Once, he told his parents, an angry crowd had mobilized, but it was quashed when a woman recognized the corpsman and stepped in.

"She said, 'This is the one who helped my baby,' " Rick Anderson said, "And that dispersed the group, and everything was OK."

After some of his weekly early morning calls home, it was impossible for the couple to fall back asleep.

"One time, he called us at 5 a,m. My wife heard some funny noises and heard shouts of 'Where's that coming from? Where's that coming from?' " Rick Anderson remembered.

The Andersons, still in bed, listening with the phone between them, heard gunfire.

"I'm going to stay down here," he told them. "I'll just belly-crawl down the hallway so I can talk to you."

In one mortar attack, he was blown across a room, bruising him. Not long afterward, after another attack, he was in the back of a Humvee, his hands covered with his sergeant's blood, speeding toward a field hospital, tying tourniquets and offering encouragement.

"The sergeant told him, 'Tell my wife and kids I love them.' He told him he wouldn't need to do that, while he was pinching off an artery because the tourniquet came loose," his father said.

That sergeant is now recovering at Walter Reed Army Hospital, the family said, and plans to attend Anderson's burial at Arlington National Cemetery on Dec. 21.

Before he left, Christopher and his father talked about the possibility that he wouldn't return, and Christopher had asked for a burial at Arlington.

He had only one other request:

"If something happens," he told his father, "I want John there."

Word spreads through plane


At 31,000 feet, the word slowly slipped through the plane about the sailor in first class — and his mission.

When the passengers found out, their emotions spanned the debate that continues to split the country. Some cursed President Bush by name. Others cursed anyone who says they support the troops without supporting the war. Despite their political leanings, they all said they appreciated the sailor that most of them called "the kid" in the front of the plane — and, even more, the one in the cargo hold beneath them.

Seat 33F, Patrick Mondile, Philadelphia:

"I look at my own situation — I'm 24 years old. I think about, it very well could have been me, if I'd chosen that path. I have friends over there right now," Mondile said. "I don't understand why we're there (in Iraq), but I feel for the families — not just for this soldier, but the thousands who have died."

Seat 14A, Pam Anderson, New Jersey:

"God bless him. God bless him," she said of the sailor in first class. "If he wants any free hugs, just send him back here," the 62 year-old said. "I'm serious. I'm completely serious. I joined the Air Force as a flight nurse, and my squadron is taking a lot of men and women out of the field right now."

Seats 8D, 8E, Dave and Lindy Powell, Monument:

"To me, it's a sense of honor. We didn't know him, but he's part of the Colorado family. We're from Monument. So he's part of our family, too," Dave Powell said.

"Our nephew is a C-130 pilot who's flying into Iraq and Afghanistan. Kids in my Scout troop joined the Marines and went right to Baghdad."

His voice broke.

"They all came home safely."

Seat 22D, Terry Musgrove, Ontario, Ore.:

"If we don't support them, then it's going to embolden the terrorists," he said, fuming as he spoke about a new poll indicating that support for the war is declining. Before the flight took off, he was the only passenger to shake the skinny sailor's hand at the terminal.

"It breaks my heart to know that he's on the plane. I had no idea," he said, as he began to cry. "But I'm proud to tell you, I'm proud."

Seat 16F, Michael Lipkin, Aspen

"I think it's extremely sobering. This is a war where few of us have family and friends over there, and despite the fact that it dominates the media, I think most of us don't feel the cost, the real cost of this war. And we're going to be paying it for a long time," Lipkin said.

"I'm just chilled that that body is on here."

Inside the cabin, flight attendant Christine Sullivan walked back after visiting with the sailor again.

"It just makes it real," she said. "It's separated from politics at this point. It's just about the humanity."

Airline pilot pays tribute

As the plane began its initial descent, Captain George Gil's voice crackled over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, pardon the interruption, but if I could have your attention," he said, and then paused.

"The great song from Francis Scott Key says that to live in the land of the free, it must also be the home of the brave. Today, we're bringing home two brave men: Petty Officer 3rd Class John Dragneff, and, in great sadness, a fallen hero, Hospitalman Christopher Anderson."

He asked the passengers to let Dragneff off first to meet the casket, then addressed the escort:

"Please know that our prayers and blessings are with you and the family. Thank you for your courage."

A phalanx of pallbearers

As the plane taxied to the gate at Denver International Airport on Tuesday evening, the passengers saw the flashing lights of the police cars, the hearse parked on the tarmac, and they spoke in hushed whispers.

As Dragneff left the plane, a phalanx of pallbearers — three Marines and three sailors — walked toward the plane, for the sailor who died saving Marines.

Inside the belly of the plane, ramp workers removed the cardboard box protecting the casket, while sailors arranged the American flag.

The family embraced as the casket was lowered on the conveyor belt. Some of the plane's passengers watched from their windows. Some watched from the windows inside the terminal.

The pallbearers loaded the casket into the hearse, and Dragneff hugged the family before climbing into the passenger's seat.

As the motorcade made its way toward Longmont, the three sailors who served as pallbearers jumped into a white van, which pulled in behind the limousines.

As they left the airport, police officers and firemen stood in salutes, bathed in the flashing emergency lights.

"This is so cool that they do this," said Storekeeper 3rd Class Ben Engelman. "This is so amazing."

At the Erie and Dacono exit, firetrucks and ambulances, lights flashing, were parked on the overpass. As the procession turned toward Longmont, the lights burned even brighter.

"He deserves this. He was doing good," said Petty Officer Rick Lopez.

On Colorado 66, cars pulled over, along with firefighters, who continued to salute.

Then there was Longmont's Main Street.

At 20th Avenue and Main, the flags began. Kids holding plastic flags, Korean War veterans holding worn American flags, bandana-clad Vietnam veterans holding POW/MIA flags.

At 18th and Main, groups held candles and signs. "God Bless Your Son. Thank You." A boy held his candle to his mother's to light it, as the hearse passed.

At 17th and Main, hands over hearts. Hats over hearts.

"Dude, this is giving me chicken skin," Lopez said, shivering. "I've never seen anything like this."

At 15th and Main, people came out of a restaurant to watch the procession. Police cars with blue lights and medical cars with red lights shone on the Christmas decorations wrapping the trees of downtown.

Outside, it was about 40 degrees. Still, the crowds continued to line the streets. More children with wobbly salutes. A woman in a walker. A couple that embraced in a hug as soon as the hearse passed.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, then Lopez spoke again.

"You know," he said, "sometimes I wish they would do this for us when we come home alive."

A 'smile in his voice'

Inside the funeral home, a few feet from her son's flag-draped casket, Debra Anderson held tight to a single photo.

"I had to have my picture of my smiling Christopher," she said, staring at it, then at the casket.

While Christopher was deployed, his parents talked with him at least once a week — mostly for only a few minutes. The last time they spoke, the day before he died, he ended his conversation the way he always did, telling his parents, "I love you."

"You could hear his smile in his voice, you could hear it on the phone," his father said. "He was going back to work, back to do his job, back to doing what he wanted to do."

Inside the funeral home, Debra Anderson leaned into her husband of 26 years, wiping her face with a tissue.

"My boy, my boy," she said. "Christopher said he'd be OK. He promised he'd be safe, Rick — he PROMISED me. I miss him. I miss the phone calls. I miss him terribly. I want to talk to him."

"Hey," Rick Anderson said softly, "now we can talk to him anytime we want."

"Ooooh," she moaned. "My heart hurts. My heart hurts. It was my job to take care of him. I shouldn't have let him go. I shouldn't have let him go."

"You were going to stop Christopher?" his father asked. "Since when?"

They both managed a smile, and their eyes again fell on the casket.

As the family told Christopher stories from chairs in a corner of the room, Kyle Anderson stood at the foot of the casket, refusing to leave his place, patting his hand on the rough, wrinkled flag.

The brothers had grown up as opposites — Christopher the well-dressed go-getter, Kyle the rebel who shopped at thrift stores. They fought like most brothers fight. Sometimes, they fought worse than most brothers fight.

Since his brother's death, Kyle now says, they talk all the time.

As the family continued to share stories, sniffling and laughing, Kyle Anderson refused to move from the casket.

"Why don't you come over here with us?" Rick Anderson asked him. "Why are you standing there all alone?"

Kyle looked at his father, his eyes red, and patted the casket again.

"I'm not alone," he said.

More than 16 hours after John Dragneff's day began, the skinny sailor walked into the room, after finishing his final paperwork, and handed Christopher's parents a condolence card.

"Instead of saying, 'I'm sorry for your loss,' I wanted to say 'thank you' for Christopher. We claimed each other as brothers."

"You did good, John," Rick Anderson said. "You did good."

As they sat together in the quiet room dominated by the casket, Debra Anderson grasped the young man's hand and looked into his eyes.

"I'm glad you came with him. It's what he wanted. You did a good job. You got him home," she said, gripping his hand even tighter.

"Thank you for bringing him home."


 link to story:  http://insidedenver.com/drmn/local/article/0,1299,DRMN_15_5216457,00.html
 

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Story by Gabe Hudson

Published: November 19, 2006
 
 
I’ve gone to some pretty O.K. schools, but the one I’m most proud to have graduated from is the Marine Corps School of Infantry at Camp Pendleton, Calif. My Military Occupational Specialty was 0311 (rifleman), so after making it through boot camp and combat training, I went to the school of infantry, also known as S.O.I. They say that S.O.I. graduates (grunts or ground-pounders) have one of the youngest mortality rates of any school in history because thousands of alumni have gone on to die in armed conflict before the age of 25. And some young marines die at the school itself (including one while I was there — R.I.P.). Other marines commit suicide, get shot or go crazy and are discharged. The logic went that it was better for these marines to fall apart at S.O.I. than on the battlefield. At the time, this seemed like a brilliant pedagogical approach. I loved S.O.I., the intensity of it.
The only thing I didn’t love about S.O.I. were these two guys in my platoon whose nicknames were too offensive to mention here; I’ll call them Meat and Potatoes. Meat was a black belt in karate, and Potatoes was some kind of college wrestling star who had failed out. They were very mean, very tough and probably evil. They fancied themselves a sort of demented comic duo. Meat and Potatoes would stroll up to some marines and with pure deadpan tell the sickest, nastiest jokes you ever heard. Meat told the straight line, and then Potatoes chimed in with the punch line. No one in my platoon ever laughed, but no one ever told Meat and Potatoes to shut up. This is because a couple of marines once told Meat and Potatoes to shut up, and Meat and Potatoes jumped them and beat them to a pulp. Back then, I was a 6-foot-4, 204-pound marine, and I hated Meat and Potatoes’s guts. I was just waiting for the reason to tangle with them.
One night when we were out in the field, we woke up to the sounds of marines shouting: “Formation! Formation! Double time!” We hustled out in front of our hooches, while other marines ran around with flashlights. This felt serious. Turned out one of the marines in my hooch — a nice guy named Jones — well, his M-16 had disappeared. Jones woke up, found his M-16 missing and immediately reported it to our platoon leader. Our platoon leader woke up our S.O.I. instructor, and our S.O.I. instructor woke up all the other instructors, until the entire company was standing at attention in front of their hooches. I’m not sure I can convey how incredibly screwed up it is to lose your M-16. For a marine, it’s the moral equivalent of having sex with your mother. After a couple hours of searching, Meat and Potatoes finally admitted they had stolen Jones’s M-16 while he was asleep. They had hidden the M-16 out in the woods, with a note that said: “THE ENEMY COULD KILL US WITH THIS.” Meat and Potatoes wanted to teach Jones a lesson. He had left his M-16 outside his sleeping bag.
Our S.O.I. instructors chewed our butts out, bent us and sent us back to rack out. I wanted to kill Meat and Potatoes. I had lost two of the three hours of sleep I was going to get that night, and it seemed as if two bullies had picked on the nice guy. I had seen the tears in Jones’s eyes, and his pain only fueled my rage. So I waited in my sleeping bag for Meat and Potatoes to return to our hooch, where I planned on jumping them both. Back then, I used to say that I could beat down three guys at the same time, and on a couple of liberty weekends, I had gone out of my way to prove it. I knew Meat and Potatoes were tough, but I was going to put them in a world of hurt. I rehearsed my opening line in my mind, “Hey, guys, have I got a joke for you.” And then I was going to smash my elbow into Potatoes’s face.
When Meat and Potatoes came through the door, I tensed, about to stand up. But to my surprise, I didn’t do anything. On some base level I knew they were right. When you’re a rifleman in the Marine Corps, your M-16 is your most cherished possession. You break your M-16 down and clean it every day. You sleep with it; you take it to the head; you never let it leave your person. I wrapped my own M-16’s sling around my leg at night. We were training for combat. I mean, I didn’t want to go to war with a marine who would hand his weapon over to the enemy so they could shoot me in my sleep.
The next morning on the rifle range, Meat and Potatoes came over to a group of us with their M-16s slung over their shoulders. They started in with their normal comedy routine. As if nothing had happened. Meat told the straight line. Then Potatoes delivered the punch line. This was the sickest joke they had told yet — if you heard it, you might faint — but this time when Potatoes delivered the punch line, I started laughing like a lunatic. Not at the joke, but because I realized I had learned a valuable lesson about war. The guy you hate the most could be the one who saves your life.
 
 
Gabe Hudson is the author of “Dear Mr. President,” a collection of short stories about the first Persian Gulf war.
 

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A Marine on Duty

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A Marine on Duty

I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's for a few cold ones. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever -- the heat and humidity at the same level -- both too high.

I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.

An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches as best I could tell. I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: "She's going to spend an hour, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!"

But my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the "in" gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make the last half of happy hour.

I broke Post Attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight; middle-aged man with a small pot-gut and half a limp, in Marine Full Dress Uniform, which had lost its razor crease about 30 minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint. "Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?"

She took long enough to answer. "Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days."

"My pleasure Ma'am." Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.

She looked again. "Marine, where were you stationed?"

"Vietnam, Ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71."

She looked at me closer. "Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can."

I lied a little bigger. "No hurry, Ma'am."

She smiled, and winked at me. "Son, I'm 85-years old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time."

"Yes, Ma'am. At your service."

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC, France 1918.

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.

She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman USMC, 1944.

She paused for a second, "Two more, son, and we'll be done."

I almost didn't say anything, but, "Yes, Ma'am. Take your time."

She looked confused. "Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way."

I pointed with my chin. "That way, Ma'am."

"Oh!" she chuckled quietly. "Son, me and old age ain't too friendly."

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman USMC, 1970.

She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out. "OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home."

"Yes, Ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?"

She paused. "Yes, Donald Davidson was my father; Stephen was my uncle; Stanley was my husband; Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines." She stopped, whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly, and painfully.

I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin waiting by the car. "Get to the out-gate quick. I have something I've got to do."

Kevin started to say something but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

"Kevin, stand to attention next to the gate post. Follow my lead." I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: "Tehen Hut! Present Haaaarms!"

I have to hand it to Kevin, he never blinked an eye; full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud. She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing Duty, Honor and Sacrifice.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

(Instead of "The End"....just think of "Taps".)

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before, in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

Author Jeff Edwards

Author Jeff Edwards 

This article was written by retired Chief Petty Officer and award winning
novelist, Jeff Edwards. 
 

 America's military can win wars. We've done it in the past, and I have
absolute confidence that we'll continue to do it in the future. We've won
fights in which we possessed overwhelming technological superiority (Desert
Storm) as well as conflicts in which we were the technical underdogs (the American
Revolution) 
 
We've crossed swords with numerically superior foes, and with militaries a
fraction of the size of our own. We've battled on our own soil (Civil War) 

and on the soil of foreign lands(Iwo Jima) 

On the sea 

Under the sea 
 
And in the skies

We've even engaged in a bit of cyber-combat, way out there on the electronic
frontier. 
 
At one time or another, we've done battle under just about every
circumstance imaginable, armed with everything from muskets

to cruise missiles. 

And, somehow, we've managed to do it all with the wrong Army. 
 
 That's right, America has the wrong Army. I don't know how it happened, but
it did. We have the wrong Army. It's too small; it's not deployed properly;
it's inadequately trained, and it doesn't have the right sort of logistical
support. It's a shambles. I have no idea how those guys even manage to
fight. 
 
Now, before my brothers and sisters of the OD green persuasion get their
fur up, I have another revelation for you  We also have the wrong Navy. 
 
  And if you want to get down to brass tacks, we've got the wrong Air Force 
 
  The wrong Marine Corps 

And the wrong Coast Guard 
 
   Don't believe me? Pick up a newspaper or turn on your television.
In the past week, I've watched or read at least a dozen commentaries on the
strength, size, and deployment of our military forces. All of our uniform
services get called on the carpet for different reasons, but our critics
unanimously agree that we're doing pretty much everything wrong 

Ramsey Clark--George Clooney--Richard Gere
I think it's sort of a game. The critics won't tell you what the game is
called, so I've taken the liberty of naming it myself. I call it the 'No
Right Answer' game. It's easy to play, and it must be a lot of fun because
politicos and journalists can't stop playing it.
I'll teach you the rules.

No matter how the U.S. military is organized, it's the wrong force.
Actually, that's the only rule in this game. We don't really need any other
rules, because that one applies in all possible situations. Allow me to
demonstrate... 

Desert Storm Jet Fighter Plane 
 
If the Air Force's fighter jets are showing their age, critics will tell us
that Air Force leaders are mismanaging their assets, and endangering the
safety of their personnel. 
 
If the Air Force attempts to procure new fighter jets, they are shopping for
toys and that money could be spent better elsewhere.

Are you getting the hang of the game yet? It's easy; keeping old planes is
the wrong answer, but getting new planes is also the wrong answer. There is
no right answer, not ever.
Isn't that fun?It works everywhere. 
 
When the Army is small, it's TOO small. Then we start to hear phrases like
'over-extended' or 'spread too thin,' and the integrity of our national
defense is called into question. 
 
When the Army is large, it's TOO large, and it's an unnecessary drain on our
economy. Terms like 'dead weight,' and 'dead wood' get thrown around. 


I know what you're thinking. We could build a medium-sized Army, and
everyone would be happy Think again!!! A medium-sized Army is too small to
deal with large-scale conflicts, and too large to keep military spending
properly muzzled. The nay sayers will attack any middle of the road solution
anyway, on the grounds that it lacks a coherent strategy.
SO SMALL IS WRONG

LARGE IS WRONG

AND MEDIUM SIZE IS WRONG

  Now you're starting to understand the game. Is this fun, or what? No
branch of the military is exempt 

When the Navy builds aircraft carriers, we are told that we really need
small, fast multipurpose ships. 
 

When the Navy builds small, fast multi-mission ships (AKA the Arleigh Burke
class), we're told that blue water ships are poorly suited for littoral
combat, and we really need brown water combat ships. 
 
The Navy's answer, the Littoral Combat, isn't even off the drawing boards
yet, and the critics are already calling it pork barrel politics and
questioning the need.

The fun never stops when we play the 'No Right Answer' game. If we
centralize our military infrastructure, the experts tell us that we are
vulnerable to attack. We're inviting another Pearl Harbor.

If we decentralize our infrastructure, we're sloppy and overbuilt, and the
BRAC experts break out the calculators and start dismantling what they call
our excess physical capacity.

If we leave our infrastructure unchanged, we are accused of becoming
stagnant in a dynamic world environment.

Even the lessons of history are not sacrosanct. When we learn from the
mistakes we made in past wars, we are accused of failing to adapt to
emerging realities. When we shift our eyes toward the future, the critics
quickly tell us that we've forgotten our history and we are therefore doomed
to repeat it.

If we somehow manage to assimilate both past lessons and emerging threats,
we're informed that we lack focus.

Where does it come from: This default assumption that we are doing the
wrong thing, no matter what we happen to be doing? How did our military wind
up in a zero-sum game? 
 
We can prevail on the field of battle, but we can't win a war of words where
the overriding assumption is that we are always in the wrong.

I can't think of a single point in history where our forces were of the
correct size, the correct composition, correctly deployed, and appropriately
trained all at the same time.

Pick a war, any war. (For that matter, pick any period of peace.) Then dig
up as many official and unofficial historical documents, reports,
reconstruction's, and commentaries as you can. For every unbiased account
you uncover, you'll find three commentaries by revisionist historians who
cannot wait to tell you how badly the U.S. military bungled things. 
 
Revisionist Historians 
  
To hear them tell it we could take lessons in organization and leadership
from the Keystone Cops.

We really only have one defense against this sort of mudslinging.  Success.
When we fight, we win, and that's got to count for something.  When asked to
comment on Operation Desert Storm, the U.S. Army's Lieutenant General Tom
Kelly reportedly said, "Iraq went from the fourth-largest army in the world,
to the second-largest army in Iraq in 100 hours." 
 
In my opinion, it's hard to argue with that kind of success, but critics
weren't fazed by it. Because no matter how well we fought, we did it with
the wrong Army.

I'd like to close with an invitation to those journalists, analysts,
experts and politicians who sit up at night dreaming up new ways to
criticize our armed forces. 

The next time you see a man or woman in uniform, stop for ten seconds and
reflect upon how much you owe that person, and his or her fellow Sailors,
Marines, Soldiers, and Airmen.
Then say, "Thank you."
I'm betting you won't even have to explain the reason. Our Service members
are not blind or stupid. 

They know what they're risking. They know what they're sacrificing. They've
weighed their wants, their needs, and their personal safety against the
needs of their nation, and made the decision to serve. They know that they
deserve our gratitude, even if they rarely receive it

Two words -- that's all I ask.

"Thank you."

If that's too hard, if you can't bring yourself to acknowledge the
dedication, sincerity and sacrifice of your defenders, then I have a backup
plan for you.
Put on a uniform and show us how to do it right

Author Jeff Edwards 
 

War is Hell, forwarded by Ben, Midland

I know that in the course of our lives we have met some poeple who never understood the Service, especially the Marines. here a ltr I think that might explain for once and 4 all times watt the MARINES STAND FOR:


War is Hell
By Jarhead Dad
Oct. 13, 2006

War Is Hell!

I remember like it was yesterday when our young Marine came marching out on the parade deck of Parris Island sporting a brand new chevron proclaiming him a PFC in the United States Marine Corps! A merit stripe earned in the sand fleas and swamps of South Carolina. God how proud I was. I bet I stood a full two inches taller. His Mom squeezing my hand harder as his Training Battalion passed the stands. The tears of pride I enjoyed wiping from her cheeks. The virality, the strength, a man where a boy should stand. It was all there.

From that day forward our home became a staging area of sorts for the next four years and even now. Young Marines we met on that very same Parade Deck stopping in on their way one place or another knowing they would get a home cooked meal and lodging with others of their kind. After SOI they came in bunches, full of themselves, cocky, with the innate ability to use the F word as a noun, adjective, verb, adverb. All in the same sentence! Vulgar? Not for a minute. These are young men that enlisted in a time their country is at war, knowing full well what they were facing and where they were headed. They are young men "with the bark" on as the saying goes from my generation. Respectful to Mom and Sis to the max, loving them after minutes of meeting them. You could see the protection trait in them even then. The seriousness they held in their minds of what they were doing was embodied in their Moms and Sisters, Girlfriends and Fiancees, Wives and Daughters. A finer lot of young fire eaters you could never imagine!

The first deployment. A float into that blur we didn't understand as newbies called "Operation Southern Watch". OIF 1, 2, 3&4 combined. The goodbyes, the hellos, the world of roller coasters that is the Corps. Hurry up and wait. Deployment extended. Deployment shortened. Deployment day moved. Again. And again. Return date moved. Again. And again. The unbelievable insanity that is The Corps to those that have never dealt with Her. Agonizing. Slow. Then afterburner fast and they are gone. Then here. Sleep when? What is sleep? People offering condolences and understanding. For what? They do not know. They can only guess. Carry on. Face the day. Stay away from the news. DO. NOT. GO. NEAR. BEDWETTERS. Stay loose. Stay calm. Be the rock your Marine is and is counting on in you.

Bury your dead. Those bright eyes and bravado dressed in Marine cammies you knew and loved. Those young men that went to war with one of your own so full of purpose. Those young men that died not fighting for their country but instead for their Brother Marine next to them. Those young men that died fighting for their Moms, Sisters, Girlfriends, Wives, and Children. This is what protects a nation. This is what real Honor, Integrity, Duty is all about. You lose the first one and it destroys you. Rips your heart right out through your guts. Then another. And another. Then they come in bunches. Full scale battles head into insurgency, snipers, and IEDs. It's like you walk around in a daze for seven months at a clip. Fearing to go home and hear the news. Afraid of what will be in your inbox. Scared to check with all the other Marine parents going through the same thing. And yet? Through it all that same pride you felt on Graduation Day at P.I. courses through your veins and sustains your heart. You truly understand what type of young men these are and could shout it from the Mountain!

You busy yourself helping your kids in their daily lives. You watch your daughter grow through Club soccer, high school, and listen to the drivel that is the protected class when a Soccer Mom goes off on "George Bush's War". You look at this 30 pounds of overweight shoved into spandex screaming at refs, her daughter, your daughter, on the touches and you look over at your lovely little Bride sitting there calmly taking it all in. That little Woman with a body of a goddess sitting their calmly, the mother of four with a son in harm's way, and you smile at the sheer insanity of the protected. They do not understand and never will. They do not wake in the middle of the night thinking they heard the phone or the chime of a message hitting the inbox. Hoping, praying, trusting in God to bring her son back to her. Crying herself back to sleep and all you can do is hold on tight. No, you stand there and take it all in knowing these people are given the right vote to by men of your son's caliber and making sure to rein in any feelings that may be regurgitating to the tip of your tongue. Your daughter trots off the field, "Kris call Daddy?". No. Not today. Fourteen years old and scared to death for worry over her big brother. Her other brothers taking up the slack and the usual bickering non-existent during deployments. Everyone is almost holding their breath. Waiting. Nothing to do but wait!

They're home. You've died twenty-two times along with the parents of their Fallen Brothers. The pain never truly subsides. It never, ever gets easier. It is always there. The unbelievable underground support network that is the strength of The Corps takes care of you. And you it. The false emotions do not go into those places. Humanity is stripped bare where we dwell. Life is all about getting through it. Gold Star parents are worshipped. They are our rock stars. They are us if not by some deflection, SAPI plate, lucky turn when the IED blows the humvee to hell and back. They are Honor personified. The Marine Wives of the Fallen are our American Idols. They are Integrity, Strength, Life. They deserve the pillar we put them on and will always have our hearts. They are all that is Good. They are Sacrifice! God Bless 'em all!

You wait. Again. And again. There he is. Stepping off that damn slow bus. You can see the death in his eyes from where you stand. The Stare. The flatness and lack of emotion shines from the depths of what used to be the light. You take in everything at a glance. The skinny form where the beef used to be. The scars already healed. The stiffness of his walk and the sheer power that exudes from him. The unbelievable animal magnetism that screams his manhood. You take that in as you watch his Mom and Sis attack him in a hug. There was a tiny flicker of light forming his his eyes when he first spied them that has now become a full glow that threatens to light up the night. Happiness for the first time in awhile envelops him. You worry that that deadness will return and has it entered his very soul. Thoughts only of a dad. But that light! Ah, you know he will heal, you know he stands true, you know he is loved, and love heals all!

But most of all, you stand there while the women folk fuss over him and notice the numbers missing. You notice the ones that aren't here. You witness the ones that he saw last as he put them in the MEDEVAC broken and bleeding surround him and shout to the rooftops with hilarity. You see the bond of real men and real brotherhood staring at you in the face. You stand there and remember that Pride from Parris Island and it washes over you anew! Then it is your turn and that young Marine walks up to you, shakes your hand looking you dead in the eye, and tells you he is home. There are no words to describe the Pride a dad has for his Son at that time. No words can do it justice. The pain he knows I carry for his Fallen Brothers because he carries it too. Were it I could carry his burdens and he understands. The meeting of a dad and his Son. The same as it's been throughout history. Two men that believe in one another.

Yeah, half the folks in this great nation that these young men and women sacrifice for will never, ever "get it". I will also never, ever stand down in their stead either. My strength is much greater than theirs. Mine was forged in the fires of Hell! Their's given them by men and women they will never understand.

Get it?

I do. We do!
Fair Winds and Following Seas!
jarheaddad@hotmail.com



Semper Fidelis,
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 MY ANSWER TO MARK: 

Darn it, mark, sandstorm is blowing the Earl Patch, the moon is gone behind the protective tears from the sand. Tks, I think this could have written been in 1775, 1863, 1917, 1943, 1951 or 1968. It paints a da*n good pic of watt we are, who we are, why we are, where we were and how we are the way we are.

Tks once again., Mark!


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Tuesday, June 20, 2006
By Capt. Dan Sukman

BAGHDAD — Editor's note: U.S. Army Capt. Dan Sukman is serving a one-year deployment to Iraq. For previous entries and his bio, see the Soldier's Diary archives.

16 June 2006

I received an e-mail the other day from my soldier, whom I will call Specialist "Helmet." We sent Helmet on emergency leave recently to attend his brother's funeral.

SPC Helmet's brother was stationed at Fort Hood, and deployed with an Infantry Battalion, part of the 4th Infantry Division that was placed under operational control of our brigade. SPC Helmet and his brother had not seen each other in nearly two years; they had planned on meeting up sometime but the meeting never came. We broke the news to SPC Helmet that his brother had been killed by an IED in a baited ambush. I would say it was difficult to break that kind of news to someone, but it was easy compared to the job of receiving it.

SPC Helmet made it back to the funeral, and to his surprise, he and his family were greeted at the funeral by protesters from the [Westboro Baptist] "church" in Kansas. Approximately 15 or 20 protesters actually showed up.

I cannot picture or imagine going through that situation. Serving in a foreign land, trying to spread freedom and democracy, having a brother doing the same, and sacrificing everything for the cause — going back to bury your brother and having "members of a church" show up to protest in order to make a political statement.

After the funeral, here's what SPC Helmet wrote to me:

Hey sir, it's "Helmet." I just wanted to drop you an e-mail and I thought this would be the easiest way to do it. Well I buried my brother last week and you know me, if I can prevent someone from doing work that I can well do myself I will, so I handled everything.

One thing that took me a bit by surprise were protesters! Yes, that myopic group of imbeciles from that Baptist Church in Kansas showed up at my little brother's funeral.

They had the antigay signs that had absolutely nothing to do with Bobby. So I had the Patriot Guard show up just to stand in front of them with American flags (they are all Vietnam vets on Harleys). Over 600 of them lined the streets of my hometown at the service.

Now I know you're from New York, sir, but try and picture a small Arkansan community, deeply rooted in God, a place where the embrace of patriotism has lost no potency, and have that town lose one of its sons fighting to spread democracy to another nation. Then throw in 15 to 20 protesters that think God is setting IEDs off to kill soldiers for an America that tolerates homosexuality. If you think that might be a newsworthy event, you'd be correct. I had to deal with every local news network in the state. Thankfully, it went down pretty calmly but you guys have no idea how close I was to seriously committing murder, in front of 50 police officers that might have just watched as I did it.

One of these f***ers actually stepped on the American flag, sir.

Well, other than that, it has been the hardest two weeks of my life trying to come to the realization that I'll never see my little brother again. And knowing that I probably would be of no use to you guys over there but still wanting to fulfill my commitment to the Army. I'll stay at Ft. Campbell and wait for you guys to get back. I'm actually going to try and do a 4187 to work the road but I'll still be waiting for my boys in the 502nd to return.

Tell everyone I said hey and get someone to send my stuff back would you?

Astonishingly, SPC Helmet


Now, I am not an expert on the Bible, or a deeply religious person, and I don't know what Jesus would do in every situation. I do know that he would not show up to a funeral to make a political statement, nor would he celebrate someone's death and a family's pain.

I think the 600 Patriot Guard members who showed up for SPC Helmet's brother's service tell the story. The protesters from the "church" in Kansas made a lot of headlines initially, but their numbers are dwarfed by the actual numbers of Americans who support the service members serving both at home and abroad.

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'Soldier's Diary' Readers Respond to Protesters at Soldier's Funeral

Here are just a few of the responses FOXNews.com and Capt. Dan Sukman received in response to his June 20 Soldier's Diary entry, entitled "Church' Protesters Show Up at Soldier's Funeral."

On behalf of Christ followers everywhere, please accept my apologies for what some are doing under the guise of the church. They neither reflect the heart of Christ nor His church. The church is people who are followers of Christ. The church is not a building. Thank you for what you are doing for our country. There are millions who are for you compared to the dozens who speak against you. I am proud to be a Christ follower and proud of all who are serving our country in the military. —Pastor David Noel, Columbus, Ohio

Dan,

I was one of the riders in Arkansas to honor Helmut's brother. What an inspiration the town was! For the procession from the church to the cemetery, people came out from their businesses and stood along the street with flags; some of the 'old guys' stood saluting the entire procession, and it was a long one. It was a bit difficult to see at times, with a tear or two affecting my vision. There are approximately 37,000 members in the PGR [Patriot Guard Riders] now. And we will attend any "mission" we are able to, regardless of whether or not the idiots are there. We are there to honor those men who made the ultimate sacrifice, and if necessary, shield the grieving family from the protesters. I have two sons in their 20s; it is just unimaginable to me what the families must be going through. And if we can ease the pain, just temporarily, then we must. Keep up the good work. —Ron

Capt. Dan,

I wanted to respond to your latest column, 'Church' Protesters Show Up at Soldier's Funeral.' I don't know all the details of what transpired. I'm sorry to hear that of your soldiers' loss. It's always terrible to hear of a soldier's death. I wanted you to know that the response from the Westboro Baptist Church is not the response that should have been given. And for that I am sorry. I have no affiliation with that church, but it always pains me to hear when people protest in the name of Jesus. As you stated in your column, none of us are sure what Jesus would have done. I can tell you one thing ... the response should have been one of love and "how can we support your family in this time of need." That's what Jesus called us to do. …I will make a commitment to you that I will pray for you and your men on a daily basis. I hope that you will continue to write and I look forward to your many other insightful words! Keep up the good work. Thanks! — Jeremy

Captain:

[E-mail subject line: I'm the one that stood on the flag (and spit on it), which is the only thing to do with that butcher's apron. Get over it already you damned idolatrous fool!]

We at Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) have incessantly studied the Scripture, and what we did in ***, Ark., is exactly what the Lord Jesus Christ would do. He said, "let the dead bury the dead" (Matthew 8:22 and Luke 9:60). We at WBC (on our own time and money because of our love for our neighbors and the absolute sovereign God who created your weapons of war and holds your breath in his hands, pursuant to Leviticus 19:17-18) did that family a great service in Arkansas by warning them to flee the wrath to come. It's too late for their dead soldier; is it too late for the surviving family and community? If that dead boy could tell them, he would say listen to those preachers from WBC (read the last half of Luke 16 for a reality check).

You cannot fight for a country that hates God and despises all of God's judgments and commandments and expect to have any hope of heaven. (That is the opposite of "fruits meet for repentance" pursuant to Matthew 3:8, which one must present to the church of the Lord Jesus Christ to exhibit you are not going to hell. You have that duty also, Captain!). This country in all its institutions have reprobated themselves and made God their enemy. There is no honor in that. There is no glory in that. That existence is only shame and disgrace of the eternal variety. In that situation, the burial of that soldier is properly described in Jeremiah 22:19: "He shall be buried with the burial of an ass, drawn and cast forth beyond the gates of Jerusalem." Quit pretending that you bloodthirsty beasts are fighting for freedom in Iraq, when the first time someone in ***, Ark., (me) exercises some of that freedom to preach to your fellow hell-bound soldiers you advocate their immediate death sanctioned by the police powers. We know that you simply reflect the attitude of a sodomite nation which has far exceeded the violence of those who surrounded Lot's house in Genesis Chapter 19. —Jonathan B. Phelps

Dear Captain Dan,

Thank you for your diary entries. Your entries confirm my belief that we are truly helping the Iraqi people and also confirm my faith in people. So, when I read your latest entry, June 16, I was shocked to hear about the 'church protesters' attending the soldier's funeral. I had heard of instances such as this from my aunt, who lives in the Midwest. I am a Christian and I know that this is not something that Jesus would do! Jesus was and is a compassionate being. He loves everyone and suffers when we suffer. I pray for the troops daily (my son-in-law is in the Marines and has had two deployments to Iraq. My husband is retired military, so I have experienced the separations and concerns with deployments.) I am sorry that Specialist 'Helmet's' family had to endure the heartlessness of these protesters, who were only seeking notoriety in the papers! I realize that reporters have to report on all sides of the picture, but they should have a heart and refuse to give the protesters the time of day! May God Bless you and your soldiers. You are in our prayers.—Ramona Shinn

Hi Capt. Dan,

We lost a Marine in my son's unit; he died August 1 last year from a checkpoint suicide car bomb in Hit. These same stupid protesters showed up here. They also showed up at our church one day because our church has a ministry to people who are homosexual wanting to come out of the lifestyle.

They are all from the same family; the preacher, his kids, their spouses, and their children, etc. Not much between their ears, or in their hearts. Our state (Oklahoma) is working on banning protesters at private funerals because of this. But let me tell you, to attend one of these funerals and see these protesters 'dwarfed' by the support is a heart wrenching and proud moment. Our barely 15-year-old daughter was moved to tears almost immediately when we attended our guy's funeral. All of today's youth should be made to see what it costs to be free. —TC, Tulsa, Okla.

Capt. Dan,

I just read your entry about the soldier who lost his brother and had to face protesters at the funeral. I hope all of you know that they are a minority, and they don't matter. The rest of the country is so proud and thankful for all you do. I hope you and your men remain safe and I look forward to the day when you can all come home for good. —Michele

Capt. Dan,

I am from Topeka Kan., the home of the infamous Westboro Baptist church, which regularly protests our soldiers' funerals nationwide. I am also an ordained Baptist minister of an extremely conservative nature. I must condemn the actions of Westboro Baptist 'church,' and its wannabe pastor Fred Phelps as intolerable. From a theological standpoint, their beliefs are apprehensible, and anti-scriptural. As an American, there are much worse sins and crimes that should be protested. Although the Scriptural practice of public preaching and public evangelism is a long lost art in America, WBC's actions certainly do not fit within the confines of Scripture. The Christian's command is to preach 'the gospel.' Jesus Christ never commanded any of His followers to protest the funerals of any soldier, regardless of whose side they fought on. The mission of the Christian is strictly spiritual, not political. WBC's actions are blight to our community here in Topeka. Most of us here are 'immune' to their nonsense, but it is an embarrassment to us to be associated with this group of bible perverting heretics. It is a double embarrassment for me, since they claim to be Baptist. They most certainly are not Baptist in word, action, thought, or in any other way. My most sincere apologies to you and your friends. Thank you for defending our freedom. —Pastor Stephen E. Schwenke, Topeka, Kan.

Hi,

My brother was spit on at O'Hare when he came back from Vietnam, those people at that "Baptist" church are no better than the 'spitters' of the 1970's. I am pissed off at those people. Just showing support to your soldier's diary as I read it all the time. —Alex Goloskewitsch, Denver

Dear Sir,

First let me say that my thoughts and prayers are with you and every soldier in Iraq, Afghanistan and all over the globe. I am a Christian man, with a deep-seated faith in God and in his love for people. Those idiots for that so called church are no more followers of Jesus then I am a Kentucky Derby winner. They are a farce and the represent a twisted view of God and His love. I know you state in your column that you aren't a very religious person; well I'm not either, at least not in the sense that the world defines religion. True faith is a relationship with God and it is expressed with a love for others and a love for the things of God. Rest assured that I would have been there with SPC. 'Helmet' in opposition to those pathetic excuses for humanity that bring shame to themselves. Be safe and stay the course, those that truly Love God and proclaim the message of Jesus, are in daily prayer and support for you all. —Jerry Yeager, Shelbyville, Ky.

Captain Dan,

Please reassure SPC 'Helmet' that for every one of those putz protesters, there are thousands upon thousands of Americans who respect, honor and pray for fallen soldiers such as his brother Bobby. We thank God that you, PFC 'Helmet' and your comrades have the courage and conviction to protect our freedom.

Captain Dan,

I read your article regarding SPC "Helmet" and his brother's funeral. I get sick to my stomach every time I think about the people from that "church" in Kansas and their protest vigils at the funerals of our soldiers, sailors and airmen. I'm a native of Kansas and I'm also a Baptist and I know we weren't raised to think like that in Kansas and I know there is NOTHING in the Bible to give them the brain dead approach they are taking. I admire SPC Helmet's forethought in having the Patriot Guard line up in front of the "church" members while holding our flag. I also admire his restraint. I don't know whether I would have had the restraint as a young man had it been my brother being buried and those Neanderthals showed up to mock his funeral. We greatly appreciate for all you and the other servicemen are doing for our country in fighting the battle in the Middle East so it doesn't have to be fought on our shores. May God watch over and keep you and bring you home safely. —Bill Lamb, Goose Creek, S.C.

Capt. Dan,

To PFC 'Helmet,' I hope that you realize in your heart of hearts that your country supports you and all the sacrifices you and your family have made on our behalf. Please don't let the actions of a few pusillanimous protesters and ingrates sully the image of what largely is a grateful nation. May God grant you and your family peace in what must be an incredibly difficult time for you. I pray that you find comfort in the fact that your brother is at peace, and I offer my humble thanks and respect for the sacrifice you all have made. —Jeff Williams

Capt. Dan,

I just wanted to comment on the story regarding the death of PFC Helmet's brother. I am so sorry that he and his family was subjected to the protesters that plant themselves at the funerals of our fallen soldiers. I am also grateful to the Patriot Guard that came to their rescue. Please know that the majority of the country mourns for the loss of his brother as well as the many others who have given the ultimate sacrifice for our country. We also support and salute all of those who are still giving of themselves in order for others to taste the freedoms we take for granted. I am so proud of all of you and want you to know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. —Sheryl D. Piper

Capt. Dan,

Most Christians, including myself, have been horrified by the actions of this one church in Kansas. They do not represent the views of anyone other than themselves. Anyone who serves our country deserves the utmost respect and gratitude. —Ellen Scoby

Capt. Sukman,

Thank you for sharing your diary with us everyday Americans. Thank you for your service to our country. Relating to your June 16 entry, my opinion of homosexual "acceptance" in the United States is disgusting. It weakens any nation and is evil to the core. However, to use the homosexual issue at a hero's funeral is beyond disgusting! My prayer is that these misguided religious fanatics go back home any study their Bibles much deeper. I am Lutheran and I am here to tell you and your buddies that you are loved, supported, and prayed for every Sunday at our church. —Robert Herridge, Sealy, Texas

Hi Captain Dan,

I'm from Kansas. I wanted to let you know how much we appreciate and thank every single one of you in our armed services, especially you who are in Iraq. I am a Christian, and raised Baptist. This so called church is not a Christian church. They are made up of hateful, bigoted people who are all from the same family. Their 'pastor' is a deranged, pitiful man who has brainwashed his family and their whole lives. They speak only lies, and should not be allowed to speak at, much less attend, these funerals. I'm hoping somehow, someone will make a ruling against these people. Please tell Helmet how sorry we are. I have talked to a lot of people here in my hometown, and no one can comprehend how this 'church' can get by with this type of behavior. We are blessed to have men and women who sacrifice their time, talent, and sometimes their lives to keep America free. Thank you from the depths of our hearts. God bless you! —Cindy

Captain:

I just wanted to let you know this has been addressed: I am not sure where it is in the process, but I'd read where the government is looking to pass a bill restricting ANY type of protesting at funerals. I applaud the Patriot Guard for their efforts in protecting the families of our fallen hero's at their funerals. I do believe these people should be shipped to Iraq for a 'day in the life' before they are permitted to exercise their 'freedom of speech.' Peace to you. You are still my hero. —Ginny, Gun Barrel City, Texas

Dear Sir,

I concur that the hate-filled protesters are reprehensible. It amazes me that they only get called on the carpet when they disrupt military funerals. No one said much when they did the same thing at Matthew Shephard's funeral. They were there too, yelling that Matthew deserved to be killed for being gay. As harmful and destructive as these activities are to the families of fallen soldiers, imagine how gay Americans feel when exposed to it every day of the world. —Tedi Elliott

Dear Capt. Dan,

I just read your story regarding SPC 'Helmet' and am infuriated that people claiming to be part of a church would have the nerve to insult a fallen hero. All of the men and woman servicing on behalf of the United States of America are true heroes! You all should be treated as such! On behalf of my family and many other people, thank you for serving and protecting all of us back home. Please also relay to any and all over there our thank you and let them know that we do support them and believe in the cause. —Bryanee Shearl, Minneapolis, Minn.

Capt. Dan,

I read your article on the funeral and the 'church' from Westboro. As an evangelical Baptist pastor, let me reassure you that that group and their leader do not, I repeat, do not represent the sentiments of the overwhelming majority of evangelical Christians from any denomination you might mention. I served in the military from 1965-1967 at Fort Hood, Texas at the height of the build-up for Vietnam. Most of us as Christians are strongly committed to our country and to those who choose to defend it. Please relay to 'Helmet' that we are 100 percent behind our servicemen and we are 100 percent behind the mission. Do not be deterred from your objective. Ever since the war began, I have been part of a group who have been praying for individual soldiers by name. I am adding you and 'Helmet' to my personal prayer list. —Jerry L. Propst

Capt. Dan,

Sir, I just read your diary on FOXNews.com. I'm currently stationed at Ali Al Salem AB in Kuwait. I hate hearing about those 'church' people showing up at funerals and wish your troop would not have been subjected to the hate that the radicals in the U.S. possess. I'm in the Air Force, so I'm not subjected to the 'action' that you are, but I have a huge respect for what ya'll do upcountry. Let your troop know that I, as well as the rest of my pals here that read the article, pass on our regards to 'Helmet.' Keep your head down and get home safe, sir. —SrA James Demoney

Capt. Dan,

"When are you guys going to learn? This is an illegal war! Period! Your illustrious president and his gang know exactly what buttons to push. In this case it was the patriotic button. Ok, what we are doing is illegal but once we send the boys over the people will get behind it. And they did. Bush and his gang are playing the American people like a cheap violin. And who is paying for it, the lost of life on both sides. Only don't cry about the loss of American life only. Let's talk about the many lives lost in Iraq and Afghanistan. People who never did anything to anyone in America, Britain, Italy, France, and so on. You see, America invaded Iraq not the other way around. So when you bully someone, well. You see, I come from a military family all branches were served in. I still got a brother in the Air Force. So I don't want to hear any red, white, and blue rah, rah, b.s. There is no democracy, when you shove it down peoples' throats at the barrel of a gun. Besides, there is no democracy in Islam. Islam is ruled by Kuran and Sunnah. This is why the fight is so hard. One is fighting for god and the other is fighting for a flag and an elusive patriotism. One more thing I'd like to point out is that I am by no means a pacifist. I will fight, but I will never fight for any country that would use its people for cannon fodder, and so the elite can get richer. You are fighting a war you can't win. You guys should be demanding that Bush bring these guys home. If you are not going to enjoin the good and forbid the evil, then there should be no crying over the loss of American life when you are fighting for a criminal. — Sayfud-deen Tayamullah

Dear Captain Dan,

I am a loyal reader to your column and in reading your most recent post about 'Helmet' and the protesters from Kansas, I feel I must apologize. What is heartbreaking is that this so-called Church has been doing this for years. They protest everything, absolutely everything. It is disgusting, heart breaking, and a disgrace to the State of Kansas. I think it would be fair of me to say that I speak for most Kansans in saying that we do not agree with their beliefs or tactics. I would like to say THANK YOU to everyone fighting and thank you for the sacrifices you have made so that I may sleep soundly at night. —Denise

Capt. Dan,

I was deeply disturbed by your article on FoxNews.com. I have personally seen these 'protesters' before at funerals and I understand how Helmet would want to commit murder. These people are "legal terrorists" because they terrorize emotions. And wonderful good Americans are fighting to build a democracy such as our own that allows these 'protesters' to say anything they want. Sometimes the freedom of speech needs to be considered to how much hate and discord that some 'speech' creates. People who protest our mission in Iraq need but spend one day in the middle of Baghdad carrying their signs. Thank You and all members of the military for what you do. I too, was proud to serve my country during Vietnam. God bless you and your family and God bless Helmet and his fortitude! —David M. Anderson, Casper, Wyo.


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The Ghosts of Vietnam Author: Jim Stewart Publisher: iUniverse

The Ghosts of Vietnam

Author:  Jim Stewart

Publisher:  iUniverse

Reviewer: Bill McDonald – President of the MWSA (Military Writers Society of America)

A Touching Memoir by a Vietnam Veteran MP

In The Ghosts of Vietnam, author Jim Stewart reminisces back on his life, which included 4 years in-country.  It is not your normal combat action story but actually a warm and at times tender loving story of a young man seeking to find himself during the war and the years afterwards.  It is about a journey and not just a diary of where he has been and what he has done.  You get inside his heart, as well as his head.

There is a touching scene from his experience as an MP in the Saigon area when he witnesses a little girl on a bike get killed by a truck.  He never forgot that little girl, nor the image of her lying on the ground with half her skull missing.  It haunts him in the background of his heart; and in a strange twist of fate, that tragic scene gets played out again later in life when he seeks to find his own daughter whom he left behind in Vietnam.

This book is both funny and sad.  It is at times, spiritual as well as being very worldly but it is always entertaining.  It reads very easily and for people who do not like typical war books, this is the one to read.  This is not one of those blatant "I am a hero" with blood and gore stories.  This book shows a different side of the war—the kind where crime, black markets and life behind the battle lines in Saigon and the cities are the focus.  It is also about love and the loss of love.

This is a story of a man who never really got to enjoy being a father to his daughter; a man who lost his youth many years ago in a far-a-way place that still dreams inside him at night.  Yes, there are still ghosts of Vietnam within him but he is finally at peace.

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