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Well, I got the December newsletter in the mail Friday (11/31). Most everyone got their's on Sat. This Postal Service is scary!
A U.S. Soldier
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
The following is link to late Red Skelton's words spoken on his television program as he related the story of his teacher, Mr. Laswell, who felt his students had come to think of the Pledge of Allegiance as merely something to recite in class each day.
Now, more than ever, listen to the meaning of these words. It takes a few minutes to load, but it is well worth waiting, just to hear Red Skelton speak these words.
I Pledge Allegiance -- By
Red Skelton
The 10% I'm as patriotic as anyone. In the wake of September 11 and the evil that was done to the United States, I fly my flags and mourn with our Nation, but I want to take a minute to pick on some people. Please understand, I love the way our nation has come together in the last two weeks. I saw a recent poll that President George W. Bush has a 90% approval rating- the highest ever for an American President. But, please tell me: Who are the other 10%?
They are a professor at The University of North Carolina, who called on Bush to apologize. Yes, apologize to the world for American Imperialism. That this is our fault.
They are Jesse Jackson, who said that America is now a "police state" and we will lose our "civil liberties". That
racial profiling will rule, and we will lose our freedom.
They are college students across our Nation that carry "peace" symbols, yet threaten to vandalize any fire truck in
Berkley, CA. that flies the American flag. I will deal with them one by one:
First, to the college professor: You are a fascist idiot. And I am chilled knowing that you, and people like you are teaching America's youth. You are no American, and should be deported to Cuba on the next raft headed that way.
Second, to Jesse Jackson: Thank you for your kind words at time when America is pulling together. Nothing like a moron like you to stir up dissention during our darkest hour. Don't forget, Jesse, that people died for our freedoms long before you "blessed" us with your forgettable presence. That freedom comes with a price, and if you aren't willing to pay that price, then shut up, go visit your mistress, and stay off my TV!
And lastly, to the college students: You have no idea what you have. You've been fed with a silver spoon, bought from
the closest Saks in your suburban neighborhood, and you have not the slightest inkling of the threat posed to America.
Grow up. Get a job. Try balancing that job with a wife or husband, a couple of kids, and a mortgage payment. Try
wondering how to spread yourself just thin enough you don't crumble. And try being so many things to so many people, who depend solely on you. Worry about their futures for a change, instead of yours. See beyond your boyhood blinders in a world where there are people that would like nothing more than to take you down. To destroy those freedoms you have not even begun to understand. And learn to find strength in your God and your flag, because when Daddy cuts off the money supply, that's all you've got left!
I have heard many people the last few days start to waiver in their vengeance. Poor Afghanistan. They are a troubled people ravaged by war and famine. They have done nothing wrong, and now many innocent people will die. People, understand this: New Yorkers are digging through rubble, trying to find bodies so loved ones can bury them. Problem is, they are only finding body parts.
There were about 15 day care centers in the World Trade Centers. 15. Each one had about 25 children in them. That's almost 400! And when I see on TV, a Fire Fighter crying because he can't stomach the idea of seeing just one more child's leg, arm, head, or part of a torso charred in the rubble--dismembered to the point where parents and loved ones are asked to bring their toothbrushes so that they can identify them by DNA. Where the stench of death haunts the air to the point where it chokes you. Where nearly 7,000 rushed, burned, mutilated bodies rest buried under thousands of tons of rubble that used to be jobs to nearly 50,000 people. Where melted crayons and toys cling to the sides of steel girders where children used to play. And where those children now lay dead--no futures--no tomorrow.
To those who are losing their stomachs for vengeance: I say, do not forget. Do not ever, ever, forget. America can not, will not, tolerate this. Ever. Under no circumstances. Not here. Not our children. Not our parents, our brothers or our sisters. Ever. And if innocent people, in a land far away, have to become "collateral damage" to avenge the deaths of our innocent? I say: So be it. Remember, this is our way of life we are defending. Our freedom. Our freedom to live day to day, not in terror, but in the pursuit of happiness. The broader spectrum here is the future of our way of life. If innocent people are killed while we rid the world of this evil--that can anytime come back and kill even more of us--then that is the price to pay. Think about that the next time you see a child.
God Bless America.
The following was sent to me by E-Mail. I don't know any of these people, but the letter will certainly give you something to think about.
On December 5th my father, Master Sgt. Jefferson Donald Davis, died in Afghanistan along with 2 other men, Sgt. 1st Class Daniel Henry Petithory, 32, of Massachusetts, and Staff Sgt. Brian Cody Prosser, 28, of California.
He died doing something he was proud of and loved doing. While all of his men were together a 2,000-pound satellite-guided bomb from a U.S. B-52 missed its target north of Kandahar, killing 3 men and wounded 20 other U.S. soldiers.
My father was a great man, and I love and am proud of what he did. He died defending the U.S. He died defending YOU. I went to school one morning with a mother, father, and a brother, but when I came home, I didn't have a father.
There are NO words to express how I feel right now. Sadness and anger mostly fill my mind but I am also the proudest daughter in the world... God could have never given me a better father.
When you read this go to your mom and dad... give them a hug... tell them you love them because you don't know the next time you will see them. I just want everyone to know how proud of my dad I am.
Master Sgt. Jefferson Donald Davis Sincerely,
Cristina Davis
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE GOD
BLESS
AMERICA!
Here's to your Health Wealth and Happiness! My E-Mail address is
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKINGS BY THE MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES v
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people
as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.
service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves
for us. Please, do your small part to plant this seed.
A suggestion. Why not visit your nearest Veterans Hospital or Home this
Christmas?
The following was sent to me by E-Mail. Thought some of you might enjoy it.
Author Unknown
October 22,1962 - December 5,2001
You can't live long enough to make them all
yourself."
THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second
person.
THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the joy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down
there.
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