Monday, November 13, 2006

COMFORTING EMBRACE

I seem to be on a kick of SUPPORTING OUR TROOPS....
Well I wanted to share this article with you all....it really touched my heart.....I am starting to be able to stay online more...so look for more entries from me....just trying to keep an even keel.
PEACE--Ellie

Saturday, November 11, 2006

HAD TO SHARE ANOTHER ONE FOR TODAY

Soldiers

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.

He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155 mm howitzer.

He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.

He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.

He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.

He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other.

He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.

He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.

He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.

He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.

He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.

In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.

Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have woman over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot..

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets

Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

VETERAN'S DAY

11th DAY of the 11th MONTH
by Michael T. Smith

In the USA, it is known as Veterans' Day.
In Canada, it is known as Remembrance Day.
When I was a youngster, it was just another holiday -- a day
when stores were closed and more importantly, there was no school.
I knew about the war, but I was free to play. I knew people
died for our freedom, but I could sleep in. I knew my parents had
little when they were growing up because of the war, but I had food
on my plate and a day to watch TV. The real meaning of the day was
distant to me.
Years later, my daughter joined the Brownies. The first year
she was a member, I set the alarm to wake us on the morning of 11/11.
She had to participate in a parade. Every Brownie, Girl Guide, Cub
Scout, and Scout had to participate in the parade. It was a day to
remember those who died for our freedom.
My wife and I left our daughter with the Guide leader and
proceeded to the Canadian Legion, where we waited for her. The kids
paraded a mile along the coastal roads of Nova Scotia, carrying their
flags high and proud. We waited for their arrival. Veterans joined
them. Old men, long past the prime. They'd fought in the trenches
and watched their comrades die. Many came in wheelchairs. Some
limped. A few still stood strong.
They walked as proudly as they could to the legion, where a band waited.
The band played, speeches were made, and on the 11th month, the
11th day, the 11th hour, the 11th minute, and the 11th second there
began two minutes of silence.
I looked at the veterans. Their sacrifices allowed us to stand
there that day. They gave us our freedom. The cold seeped through
my jacket. I reached out and held my wife. A tear trickled down my
cheek. For years, I slept as those brave men marched in the cold
November air in remembrance for those who died in battle beside them.
It took my daughter to make me realize the importance of the day.
I never missed another Remembrance Day. Years later, because of
work, I was separated from my family. I was in another city. On
Remembrance Day, I heard there was going to be a service in the city
square. I was in Saint John, New Brunswick. I put on my jacket and
tie, pinned a poppy to my lapel, walked the mile to the service,
stood in the damp cold and watched those brave men once again march
for our freedom.
I don't know if it was because I was away from my family or the
sight of those old men still walking proudly, but the memory of that
service never fades.
The Veterans marched, wheeled, and limped to the city square.
The mayor gave a speech. The two minutes of silence began. At the
end, a bagpipe began to play "Amazing Grace."
After the first chorus, a second bagpipe joined in, along with a
small band. On the third chorus, more bagpipes joined and a brass
band began to play. The building of sound, the magic of the moment
is something I will never forget. The tears filled my eyes that day,
as the blood must have filled the trenches in battle.
That moment burned in my mind forever.
On November 11th, please take a moment to remember those who
fought for our freedom and those that continue to fight for it.
May God bless them all.

Friday, November 10, 2006

QUICK CHECK IN

I am sorry dear friends I have not been around....I have been so severely depressed that I cannot get my thoughts together enough to journal in once in a while...please be patient...I am fighting it all with all I have....it is just such a struggle!!!

I wanted to leave you with this nice graphic poem...came across it and wanted to share...Peace Always--Ellie

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

I just could not let this day go by...without wishing you all a very HAPPY HALLOWEEN...may your day be filled with goolish suprises and LOTS of candy...hmmmm!!!
ENJOY DEAR FRIENDS!!!

 

 

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO

This video made me cry...it just tugs at your heart strings..what an incredible bond of LOVE and DEVOTION.

Monday, October 9, 2006

HOME FRONT NEWS

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I feel like I am losing track of my time...
News happening on the home front- and I am just trying to keep ahead of that.
Here are some highlights:
*Remember when my hunnie was stopped and given a ticket by the psycho female state trooper?
Well the court date was Oct 3rd. Allen happen to sitting next to a police officer that he is really good friends with.....Psycho trooper came by and stopped by Allen in the court room and said she has NEVER lost a case and she is gunning for him. (GEEZ---this chick is CRAZY). Well they go in front of the judge...Allen produces the paperwork to prove that he was right and she was wrong about his insurance...the judge dismisses the case and the ticket...psycho trooper yells damn...and Allen turns to her and says he never loses either...SHE WAS NOT HAPPY!!!
Oh well--maybe she should not have been so DAMN rude. Allen's friend said that she made her way to the top of the food chain by sleeping away with those that counted...her reputation is quite well known...it is nice to know others on the inside. She had no idea that Allen knew the officer next to him.
BTW--have not seen psycho trooper work this area since that day she gave Allen the ticket...hmmm I wonder why.
*My son, Eric, finally has been sworn into the army life and has received his official reporting date which will be November 1st.
He goes to Fort Sill in Oklahoma for the first nine weeks and then off to Fort Wachula (something like that) in Arizona for 33.5 weeks. Eric scored high enough to qualify to do intel work...interrogations and such...so during those 33 weeks he will be learning also a new language (arabic) and cultural protocol. GEEZ...now I am nervous...but happy for him because he is just busting to go.
*Allen went back down south to pick up Eric so he could help him work on two motors...totally switching out motors and such...AGAIN the damn truck broke down. I am so done with vehicles.
They made it home, but Allen has no idea what is wrong with the truck...
*Allen was outside cutting weeds down around our fence...and not an hour later, his eyes started swelling. Well by the time he returned from picking up Eric...his eyes were totally shut. He looks terrible..hopefully today he will get in to see the doc.
*One day last week I was just sitting at my puter, minding my own business and my daughter comes home from school. I do not immediately look at her until she says: "Mom--something happen to me at school today" So of course I turn around and this is what I see:
I FREAKED!!!
Then the brain child started laughing and told me it was make up put on by a professional to encourage high school students to pursue a career in it...(career day at school). She aged me a good 10 years and I do not think my heart will ever be the same. Her father thought it was cool and could not wait to take her to the store (to pick up a few things) to see people's reactions...which BTW--everyone thought she was in a terrible accident and needed help.
So now I have caught you all up on the exciting life in my lil corner of the world...
I Wish You All Enough.....!!!
PEACE!!